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[personal profile] idologue 2023-06-06 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a strange time to get asked for advice on something as heavy as this - if Lacus is entirely honest with herself, she's never been less sure of anything.

And still, if there is something she can do for someone else, then she'd like to do it. ]


It would be an honor to be able to discuss something so personal with you. I don't know if my conclusions will be able to bring you any peace, but I am sure a conversation will still be worthwhile.

I'm at the aquarium right now. Do you want to come find me?
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[personal profile] idologue 2023-06-06 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lacus is just sitting on the bench inside the building, keeping an eye on one of the big tanks. She smiles and waves as Xiao arrives. ]

You weren't - I was just watching the fish. I think we'll find that pairs quite well with heavy conversation. They're relaxing.

[ She scuttles over to make a bit more space on the bench next to her. ]
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i am so sorry for the late

[personal profile] idologue 2023-06-09 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah... that's a loaded question, isn't it? Lacus is quiet for a moment, looking down at where her hands meet in her lap. It's not a pleasant story to share, but then, neither is what they just saw nor what Xiao may have experienced in the past. ]

My father raised me to believe in his moral code, to help him share his views of peace and coexistence with the world. Eventually, there came a point where doing so meant making myself a target for the government at the time.

My father paid the price for it in blood.

[ She's never seen the body and maybe that was for the best. Bullets upon bullets, shooting him through. She's seen the blood in the room, at least. She's been able to imagine. ]

So was I supposed to lament the decisions I made? Was I supposed to cower in fear now that something precious had been taken, betraying all that he had shared with me? I think there would be no greater betrayal of his sacrifice than to regret.

Of course I feel guilty about a great many things. There is blood on my hands, and responsibility I need to shoulder. But I made each of those decisions in the full belief that they would lead to a brighter future. If doing so is a mistake, then how are we ever supposed to move forward?