Svetlana's voice penetrated Seraphina's thoughts with the words she so desperately wanted to hear. Time to go home she thought to herself and sighed deeply, the weight of family pressing down her upon her now.
She stood up slowly the pain in her body excruciating. Maybe I should go Ravenna and relax, the thought seemed tempting but the very idea was cast aside, for fear of missing a strange and random visit from Gabriel.
She walked through the french doors into the living room and nodded to all present in turn as though the simple gesture could assure them all that she was fine and the woman of dignity and composure had returned, that the fragile broken waif of a girl that they had been unfortunate enough to witness earlier had been locked down. As they left her room all of them spread out around her again, in the protective barrier that had become routine on this trip. As they approached the lobby Seraphina's heart beat quickly and her gut tightened. The faster her heart raced the more she could feel it against her ribs and the more they ached. Her throat felt as though it was going to close as they passed through the lobby. A deep rooted guilt began to creep into her thoughts, You could have stopped it Seraphina, wrath is your sin. She blinked her eyes repeatedly to chase the shadows away. She nearly stumbled once, but Svetlana steadied her. IT was too much. As they passed through the lobby her eyes searched out the spot of his murder, unwillingly, unconsciously, as though she needed more proof of her wrongdoing, or was it a penance. But there was no trace of her cousin, it was as though it had never happened. The anxiety did not pass until they were in the limo that was parked in front of the Hotel.
She did not speak the entire way to the Hangar, and when they arrived there was no fanfare it was as though the were sneaking out of the Colonies in shame. Around them were several pilots climbing to mobile suits. She stopped on the stairway into the shuttle and watched. She had never seen it before. Never had she seen Paulo or Gabriel actually get into their suits. There was something unnatural about it to her. Encasing yourself in a metal suit that obey your every whim. She watched as some of the pilots wandered around their suits letting their fingertips caress the metal. To these men the suits were a being in and of itself they depended on them. Again she understood Gabriel a little more. Her empathy for him had grown exponentially on this trip. Finally she looked away from the preparing pilots and got onto ot the shuttle and took seat.
She sat far away from the others as she could. Not fit for human company, she thought to herself. She Pulled out her peace keepers communicator and sent a message off to the generals.
"Thank you all for your hospitality and kindness, I hope to visit again sometime, hopefully with a treaty that ensures our futures. Thank you again, Ambassador Alighieri."
She leaned her head back in the same position of repose that she had been in on the Balcony of the hotel. Closing her eyes she thought only of the warmth of the golden light of Tuscany and good it would feel to be embraced by that light again. She thought of Gabriel and the joy and warmth of waking up in his arms in her bed, of his passionate embraces after she had accepted his proposal, of the one simple dance they had shared beneath the moon, in a beautiful renaissance piazza to the distant strains of gypsy violin. A sublime smile spread across her lips as the thoughts of home filled er mind. I will be stronger there and all will be well, she thought to herself, keeping the demons of guilt, fear, and hopelessness at bay.
In Exile
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