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Well, yours doesn't suffer from the Wasteland, so... simple reason there.

Wasteland? That sounds disgusting. Ew. [He waved his hand in the air.]

*little smirk* You don't know the half of it. Zombies, giant mutant bugs, vampires, werewolves, the hunters, nuclear radiation, buildings ready to collapse under their own weight...

It's hell on earth... but it's home.

Your world sounds rather disgusting compared to mine. I have to keep my appearance in good order as I am a soldier. [He twirled around once.]

Mine sounds disgusting compared to anyone's, I think. *notes the type of uniform and grins a little* Lemme guess... Zoisite? I met Kunzite. He spoke fondly of you.

Y-you've met Kunzite-sama? [He looked a little shocked at that.]

What did he say about me? [He fiddled with his uniform lapel.]

I have. *nods* We chatted. Quite a lot, actually.

*chuckles a bit at the fiddling* Well, he said you were a good man.

A good man? [He smiled at that. Ahh, Kunzite-sama. So many naughty dreams he's had of you.]

Anything else?

Indeed.

*smirks* Ah, but that would be telling, wouldn't it?

Tell me! I mean....please? [He put on one of his "pretty" faces.]

*chuckles* Nope. Nothin' doin'.

Hmph. Then I'll ask Kunzite-sama next time I see him.

Well, he is the one that said it, so... that would make sense.

You are a mean boy. [He stuck his tongue out. So mature.]

How old are you again?

Hmph. Around seventeen, nearly eighteen.

*blinks* I'm older than you. Go figure that.

Oh? That means more wrinkles.

Assuming I ever age again. Considering my healing factor, I'm probably immortal, and may never age again.

Well, boohoo. [He stuck his tongue out.]

You sure you're not fifteen?

No, I-I'm old enough to sleep with Kunzite-sama.

You know, if you're still only seventeen, technically you're still jailbait. *grin* Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. *pats head*

What do you mean by jailbait? [He gave Alex a furrowed brow.]

I mean that if you and him have sex before you're eighteen, technically, that's a crime punishable with jail time.

W-what? But on my world your laws do not apply. [Hah!] Besides, I am nearly eighteen. He is good to me.

This is true, but here, you're jailbait.

I do so hope you're more mature around him.

I am not jailbait and nor is he. [He crossed his arms.]

I am always mature around Kunzite-sama. He is so mature and proud.

Here you are.

*smiles* You're head of heals for him, aren't you? *softly* Makes me think of how I was with Maxwell.

Please stop calling me jailbait, please? You're making Kunzite-sama sounds like a bad man. He isn't. [He blushed.]

I love him.

Alright, alright. *smiles* I'll stop. I know he isn't bad.

Good. Love is one of few virtues that still exists in the world. *gets a far off look* You're lucky, you know... to have someone, I mean. Someone that cares about you, and loves you.

[He nodded.] Yes, you're right.

Do you have someone that loves and cares about you?

*quietly* No... *takes a deep breath* ...not anymore, as far as I know. The day the bombs went off, and fallout started coming down in Bakersfield... as far as I can tell... he took out his armor and went out to try and round up people... and to look for me and make sure I was alright. I don't know what happened, but I haven't seen him since then. By now, if he's alive, it's a miracle... and I don't have any idea if he would even want to be with me anymore. I'm not even the same species as him anymore.

Then to top that off, I'm in love with someone, and half the time it seems like she would rather rip my head off and mount it on a pike than say anything nice to me. Even then I've still taken it upon myself to be there for her because I care for her.

Bombs? That doesn't sound very good at all. I am sorry you don't have anyone. It must be lonely.

Nuclear bombs are never good for anyone, much less when the whole planet is hit.

It is, but... I have friends at least, and people that count on me. If it means they're taken care of... I can suffer a little. It's the price of leadership, I suppose.