by Kay Zozma
That circus girl, Catherine, takes us to her trailer for hot chocolate.
Trowa does all the talking, shares just-recovered memories. "Wufei visited the circus once...I slept in this chair when Heero needed my bed." He smiles at Catherine. "I'm not really your brother. I'm not really anybody. You treat me like family anyway." She kisses his cheek.
He turns to me. "Duo, you've been my friend, even though I destroyed Deathscythe. Sorry."
I slap him on the back. "Forgiven, teammate! You needed to infiltrate OZ, and I've got Deathscythe Hell now."
Quatre sits hunched sadly over his hot chocolate. Trowa tells him, "I remember our duet, after you surrendered. You trusted me from the beginning, and I trust you."
Quatre won't look up. "If you trust me, you must not remember everything."
"I do remember, Quatre. What happened to those colonies, what happened to me--blame ZERO, not yourself. I'd choose the same path if it happened again, but it won't. You're too strong."
"You don't hate me?"
"Not even then." Quatre looks up, amazed. Trowa smiles.
It's time to return to Peacemillion. I don't remind them.
I just ask Catherine for more hot chocolate.