Sometimes later, after Suki has left the tent Ryuu peaks his head into the Aid station. "Knock, knock, anyone home?" he smiles lightly, trying not to look too down. He however is failing to mask the worry across his face as he looks at Ay, his body language screaming a sadness that goes beyond the physical,a nd seems to peirce the very soul.
Aylanea isn't really able to notice any body language, especially at this point. When the word are said though, she perks up and looks over, waving the hand that's… still there. "Hi there… Everything okay?"
Ryuu pulls up and a chair and sits with its back facing Ay and shrugs slightly, chewing his lip slightly as he looks at the missing arm and wincing slightly . "Just…wanted to see how you are doing is all. You know, before I return to the front. Didn't get a chance to talk to you much when they brought you in." He tilted the chair awkwardly and tried to play down his anxiousness and the feelings of guilt gnawing away at him.
Aylanea smiles as she sees Ryu pulling the chair up, settling back into her pillows and adjusting to see him better. She tries to hide the missing arm just a bit. "First off, relax. I'll be fine… they're going to clone a new one eventually and stick it on, there won't be a scar even. Secondly, is that all that's wrong? You seem a little upset…"
"No, it's not the only thing to be honest." he grimaces slightly and looks at Ay, "I feel….responsible for this. I should have been able o DO something…take the hit, or something…I don't know." He clenched one of his hands into a fist and shakes his head, "damnit….its like Tirol all over again." The young pilot closes his eyes and bites his lip, so hard a little blood can be seen trickling down his lip.
Aylanea peers at Ryu in response to that comment, shaking her head with slight disapproval. "Nothing that happened was your fault. This especially. This is my own fault for not wearing something more protective than an 038." She frowns then. "What exactly happened there? I just have to get the current situation healed, then they'll put the prosthetic on and I'll be back. Eventually they'll stick the cloned one on and it'll be just like new. Just a matter of getting healed up…" She shrugs, and frowns. "And… ew. Don't bite your lip that hard. We have enough trouble with people bleeding, without people causing it themselves. Unless you're trying to Section 8 or such out of the unit. Won't wash with Kavashera. He'll just tell you to suck it up. Reacting like you are, and blaming yourself for things that weren't your responsibility or fault, helps nothing."
"Me? Try and get kicked out via Section 8? Hardly…If they wanted me gone they would have had me drummed out after my last big blunder. Unlike what it appears you and everyone thinks I'm far from a dropout." After saying this he hesitates then sighs. "Tirol was…a mistake.." hesitating a second he then shakes his head, "nearly got me kicked out, cost me my graduation though." He smiles slightly, "of course it also cost me all my friends that I flew with. I wasn't there to defend them, or fight by their side. I was evacced on a civilian transport. It was my stupidity that kept me from defending Tirol and dying with them. I should have died, I shouldn't be here right now. If you think I'm crazy…join the long list of Military Brass who thought I was damaged goods."
At this he takes a moment and wipes the blood away from his lip and continues, "I'm glad you'll be back with us when your all patched up…but that doesn't change the fact even though i barely know you…or anyone I'm fighting with at the moment for that matter…I still care about what happens to all you. Perhaps too much. That's what Tirol left me…a nice heaping case of bleeding heart syndrome" He smiles at Ay with a wry but defiant grin, "so call me what you will. Unfit, crybaby, or whatever…I'll keep going until I die defending someone…or they finally decide I've outlived my usefulness and discharge me." With this he nods, "you asked, and there you have it. I am not crying 'why me' and I will continue fighting until I am killed. But now you know the reason why. I believe the shrinks call it 'survivors guilt' at least..that's what their evaluations said. I dunno they are the ones with multiple degrees…not me."
Pausing for a moment he then laughs a little bit trying to hide his uncomfortableness with his tale, then continues in a cheerier (yet somewhat sarcastic) tone, " I hope you heal up fast though…and come back to us. You can use your new arm to kick my ass…if the others haven't beaten you to it first of course. With…this unit, is a high probability anyways." He chuckles quietly.
Aylanea shakes her head a little bit at that. "I"m sorry you missed out on the graduation. Look around though. Not everyone is upper commissioned. Amdahl certainly didn't graduate. She never even went through it at all, actually." She frowns just a little bit and sighs softly. "I'm sorry you lost everyone you flew with before. But them being lost isn't your fault either. Even if you were up there, if it was bad enough to kill all of them, all that would have probably changed is that you would have been killed right along with them. You're only damaged goods if you let yourself be, by blaming yourself for everything. What happened to me isn't anyone's fault."
She pauses a moment then. "Not that I really know anything. I didn't graduate that long ago. I'm actually glad it was me rather than someone else. Burden of responsibility is on me partially as squad exec, and we've never actually lost anyone, even if Amdahl came close a couple times. She's got her own problems though, and is Lt. Ishida's concern more than mine now."
She looks down at the floor then. "I have to care about what happens to everyone. And again, I'm sorry. But my concern has to be making sure that your own bleeding heart won't end up being what gets you killed. Especially if it's survivor guilt. That's a particularly nasty and potentially self-sabotaging one… From what I recall hearing, the people who think they shouldn't be alive because the people they knew aren't have a tendency towards being either potentially suicidal, or being too aware of it in the wrong circumstances. If they think they shouldn't be alive, they seem to sometimes find a way to make it happen, even if it isn't at their own hand. But then, that's only what I remember hearing or reading somewhere… But since I have to worry about what happens to everyone else, I have to be concerned about it and make sure it isn't going to happen." She pauses. "Asides, wouldn't those people you flew with want you to stay alive, and taking it to the enemy for what they did, anyway? You're in a position to do that here, whatever the brass thinks. The brass who think stuff like that don't know anything anyway, their asses have sat in chairs too long. Too old and 'set' on things."
"And… don't think I'm going to come back and beat you up. I don't do stuff like that. And if those other people decide to try and do it, it's going to be a bigger problem, Lt. Fairman won't put up with it either. I'd suggest you give Ishida a wide berth with it unless Fairman or I are around, though, to… gently remind her that handling issues with the flight team is him and I's job more than it is hers."
He sighs, "To be honest Ay, I'm surprised I haven't been drummed out. I've been in the brig more times than I could count." At this he chuckles as if it is a funny thought. "It's been like a second home to me." He then leans his chin onto his arms and looks at her for a good long while, then says, "when you went down…I didn't think of anything but keeping you safe. I jumped on you without even hesitating even though my armor was damaged by those damned Haydonites. Maybe…maybe I just am seeking…something…I don't know, Death? Could be…but…I didn't want to see you die and add you to the growing list of people I've let down."
With this he looks up at the top of the tent, as if searching for a second then looks back to Ay, "I memorized all the names of my friends who died on Tirol you know. Not a single member of my class survived…Darren, Sarah, Jacob..the list goes on…all dead. I bonded with every single one of them while I trained with them, led them as Flight Lead until my big screw up. They were MY squad. MY responsibility. And I blew it all by being stupid and pissing off my Bases Major."
He sighs heavily, "I know we are soldiers, I know we are "do or die". We are at war, it's what we do. However…in the end, I think my greatest fear is not the enemy, and not the thought that I will die…all soldiers experience that they learn to live with it. When I think about it…my greatest fear is to bond with squad mates…only to loose them again." At this he winces slightly and mumbles looking miserable as he does so, "they all say I'm a Marine now and not Fleet…but I don't feel like it. I just feel worthless."
Aylanea listens quietly to that and sighs. "I'm sorry you haven't been able to stay out of trouble, hopefully we'll keep you busy enough that it won't become such a problem." She smiles just a bit. "They certainly keep me busy enough to keep out of trouble, at least until now." She shrugs slightly and considers it. "You need to consider those things, though. If a squad member is down, the rest have to do more until the situation is clear, to compensate for it. You can't simply dive on with a damaged armor and die yourself."
She watches the tent searching, and droops just a little bit, looking down. "I'm sorry. I can imagine that's hard. I'm sure there are some from mine that didn't make it, as well. A lot of people were killed on Tirol, not just from your class, but everywhere." She frowns just slightly. "One screwup doesn't end a career, regardless of what else it causes. I'm sorry to say it, but it's true. And right now, this squad needs you."
Aylanea sighs slightly and shakes her head then. "And don't consider yourself worthless. Seriously. You aren't so likely to lose us. We don't want to lose you either, But we have to do our jobs, and staying too far apart from squad mates isn't going to help that get done."