"Well... um..."
Enelya tilted her head, and as Allen shifted his weight, she knew she was in for a good answer. A good, honest answer; she liked that. Her questions were surely provoked by her natural “Curious George†nature.
“There was no reason to fight... and sometimes it takes such drastic measures to make people realize that inside, we're all the same...â€Â
Enelya, listening, found great truths in his answer. People these days did lack a certain level of kindness that Enelya wished they would show. She still believed they possessed it, just maybe they didn’t see a reason to express it like they used to. But then, she was glad that Allen too, a knight of long ago, (and the knight of her heart) believed that. That even though he had the capabilities of doing so, he believed there was really no reason. She wondered if he had always felt this way, or if her recent friendship had swayed him. Enelya nodded, agreeing with him. She laid a hand on his leg to comfort him, clearly it was a bitter subject for him.
"And music. Music is just one of the ways people can let their souls cry, or scream, or be happy... and it's really the way people release themselves and how we can identify with each other..."
A small smirk creased Enelya’s face. Of course music! She couldn’t say that she had seen him happier than when he was playing his guitar and singing. Why, the sheer horror on his face whenever she said it might be longer than a day or two for his lungs to recover petrified him.
"What about you?"
Her smirk spread into a smile, and Enelya looked at Allen lovingly. She looked out into the horizon, and enjoyed its simple beauty. She really was in the love with this Earth. This…planet that she wasn’t natural to. She was an act of science and experimentation… But, she loved it anyways.
“Life.†She responded finally. “How fragile it all is, despite our defense mechanisms, our strength… It hangs so delicately onto nothing. So… Beautifully.†She was lost in thought for a moment, and turned her head away, gazing into space. “Perhaps that’s what makes it so beautiful; how brittle it all is. It isn’t something that can be replaced, once lost, and it isn’t something that…†She laughed, “can normally be conjured out of nothingness.†Of course, a science abomination like herself twisted that law. “It’s something I can create, but… not something I truly have.â€Â
Life… Was something that was artificial in her being. It was fused into her with tubes and chemicals… destroying its beauty. She believed she was an imbalance to the world, and didn’t belong… Though she seemed to do some good… despite her unnatural presence. Perhaps that was why she still thrived in such a life; that there was good to be done, and other lives to touch.