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[ there's almost no hope left, for this world. not only humans have used up the energy it was created with, but the planet itself has been sucking itself dry. only the wealthiest of areas are still lush with clear water and full forests, the majority of the planet sandy, dried out, struggling to survive. while scientists are searching for a way to abandon this planet and move onto the next, those that still follow the religion of spirits that guard the earth have proposed an alternate.

human lives are made up of energy that can help regenerate the earth. a colony, cut off from civilization by a small mountain range crafted a way to utilize life in a form of sacrifice. when two individuals are embedded with stones that were brought up from mines hundreds of years ago, when the earth still had a chance, a bond is formed that circles energy back into the soil. these people are chosen by their breeding and by their hearts, and even though their faces will never be public, they're treated as heroes, the saviours of the planet.

they're also treated as prisoners. the room that the two have been given is bland and cold, there are two beds, a desk, a bookshelf, and not much more. of course, they're permitted to wander the sanctuary of the colony, but leaving is strictly forbidden. it's a sad existence, being taken from the lives they knew to be locked away, knowing they're going to die. it's sad and it's annoying, and gokudera can't help but scoff loudly as he recounts the ceiling tiles of his cell for the third time today. the skin around the gem in his chest still hurts and the guy he's supposed to be within ten metres of for the rest of his life is an utter dumbass and he really just wants to wake up from this bad dream. ]

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[Yamamoto would be lying if he said this was ever what he wanted from his life. Luckily, no one's asked. Not the people who put the gem in his chest, not anyone who brought him to this room, and definitely not his moody cellmate. So by and large he's contented himself with just registering the complaint with his own mind and spent an unproductive few hours feeling sorry for himself, repeating over and over in his head that this isn't what he wants.

Now, honestly, he's sick of that. He hates moping. He hates feeling helpless and defeated. And he hates being cooped up indoors, too. By now he doesn't care how painful it is to be apart from his new lifelong partner, he's going somewhere more interesting one way or another.]

Hey, I'm going out. Wanna come?

Do I have a choice?

[ it's both a question and a snide remark. his voice is full of anger and hurt at their situation, but it's still something that obviously is looking for an answer. this guy-- gokudera barely caught his name, he'd have time for it later --could be going within ten metres of him. he wouldn't have to get up, that way, but he doesn't want to know how much it hurts to be apart, just yet. ]

Yeah. You could stay here.

[Yamamoto folds his arms over his chest, but he keeps his tone mild. He's angry at the situation, sure, but he's trying not to take it out too much on the other guy. It makes sense that he's upset too. Being at each other's throats isn't going to make everything better somehow, so he's determined to be a team player for as long as his temper holds.]

But it's boring, right?

[ he sits up, not making eye contact or fixing his tousled hair or doing anything that would make him look like he cared. he wants to be as far away as he can be from this situation. ]

Tch-- May as well look at the place we're trapped in.

[He finally smiles, letting his posture relax a little. He'd definitely rather not have to fight this guy every step of the way.]

Yeah. Gokudera, right?

[ he's too bitter and too much of an asshole to feel bad that this guy remembers his name, but the reverse isn't true. ]

Right.

[Yamamoto takes a few steps back towards the door, eyes still on Gokudera. He's not too worried about tripping over his own feet or anything. He's just watching to see if he's coming along or not.]

...It's Yamamoto. Don't know if you caught it before. [he's being charitable; he's pretty sure they were introduced. but he might as well make the offering.]

I heard it, I didn't remember it.

[ really, he's being rude and he can't bring himself to care, but he's still following this guy. this colony is going to be a place he'll need to get used to, and so will this person. ]

[makes an amiable noise like that doesn't bother him at all--okay, he can get a little sulking--and slides his hands in his pockets as he turns away. He's trying to fall in step alongside Gokudera, taking a deep breath of the too-warm dusty air as they step outside.]

[ being from a wealthier part of the world, gokudera isn't used to this hot and dry air. the first time he'd experienced it was stepping off the trainride onto this continent, and he immediately wanted to go home. he still does. ]

Tch-- They couldn't have picked a less shitty place for this colony?

I dunno. Maybe it has to be here. Or maybe they're just trying to remind us about everything.

[not like he can totally forget, stuck permanently no more than ten meters away from a perpetually irritable reminder and the constant urge to scratch the gem embedded in his chest. But he could see how it'd be easy to forget what it's all for]

Tch-- As if everything isn't enough of a reminder. Putting this place in such a dead part of the world--- It's a damn joke.

Could be they've got a reason.

[he doesn't really feel like defending the nebulous idea of the People In Charge either, though. But he's pretty determined to find the bright side of the place as he looks around. It feels small and dry and dusty and kind of bleak, but there's got to be something decent about it.]

I don't care what their reasoning is.

[ Gokudera is pretty sure, at this point, that listening to these people in charge and their reasoning is never something he will care about. He never asked to be some saviour of the world. Never wanted his life to become the earth's life. ]

So what's it like where you're from?

[scuffs his foot in the dirt, glancing over at Gokudera. He's not actually sure there is a neutral topic with him, but it's worth a try.]

[ it takes him a minute to come up with a word that's not going to be too much. he doesn't want to talk about a place he was at first stuck in, not allowed to join the drifters in the wasteland, but now would give anything to go back to. ]

Green.

[it's almost hard for him to picture it. He's not from the most desolate place ever--he's always thought it was pretty nice, actually--but imagining someplace "green" is still a stretch.]

Oh. [and then he has to grope for a follow-up that isn't "do you miss it?" or something equally bad.]

That sounds cool.

Tch-- It's some rich-ass continent on the other side of a rain shadow. Nobody ever leaves their city if they can help it.

[ he swallows hard, barely wanting to talk but he's on a roll, and as if he's going to be able to hide things from this guy for long ]

I wasn't even allowed to, but my blood matched up with the damn search--

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Would you go back?

[It seems like a dumb question, but he kind of just wants to keep him talking. Either way, it sounded like he'd been stuck, there or here.]

Che--! You couldn't have asked a more loaded question, idiot!

Ah--sorry, sorry.

[he waves his hands in a deflection, laughing automatically, sheepishly. He probably should've guessed that.]

I guess it's personal.

Hn---

[ he doesn't turn away, but he crosses his arms and leans against a nearby wall. ]

Your turn.

Me? Yeah, I'd go back.

[Or, wait, maybe that wasn't what he meant.]

Oh, haha, you mean where I'm from. It's not that green, I guess. Or that big. But there's a lake and fishing and stuff.

[And it's home.]

Hah-- Like going back is a choice. Even if we ran-- There's damn guards everywhere.

Yeah. And it'd be the easiest place to look for me.

Tch-- For "Heroes", we're not treated like it--

I guess that's how they see it. Maybe. Or they figured if they just called it a "sacrifice" they'd never get anyone to stay put.

Like calling us "heroes" is making me want to stay...

You wouldn't want to anyway, right? Even if it were great here.

Of course not. Che-- Obviously, the guards are here because no sacrifice wants to.

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