(ˊ〇ˋ) When Enemies Meet
The weather was especially fine today, with the sun shining brightly and white clouds scattered across the sky...
At the Hawk's Graveyard, where someone had clearly tidied the place up and weapons stood planted in the ground like a forest of steel, Ricket stood looking relieved and delighted as he spoke to a man in silver armor and a white cape, with long silver-white hair. The man had his back to Ricket as he stood atop the graveyard's highest point, silently gazing at the tombs formed by the various weapons—some already showing signs of rust—stuck into the ground.
"It feels like a dream."
"I never thought..."
"Even now, it's still a little hard to believe!"
"You've actually come back, and you've even completely recovered..."
"This is wonderful!"
"Guts and Casca will be so happy!"
After speaking, Ricket watched that familiar, upright figure for a long while—a figure he knew better than any other and that had appeared only in his dreams all this time. Then he let out a soft breath. His face still beaming with barely contained joy, he slowly turned his head and looked into the distance.
For some reason, at that moment, the sky seemed bluer to Ricket, and the clouds above seemed whiter.
"..."
But the man did not answer.
He simply stood there in silence on the highest hillock in the graveyard, his back to Ricket as he gazed into the distance.
The breeze stirred his long silver hair and cape, making his silhouette look especially captivating and poetic.
"..."
But he still said nothing.
He just stood there silently, letting Ricket speak from the base of the hillock, only thirty or so paces away. He remained unmoved, and no one could tell what was going through his mind.
"That day..."