Twenty minutes later, the Katana left the Order base, heading towards the Sigma-59 jump-hole. Kaze was finally relaxed. And awake. And silent, not wanting to ask or not wanting to explain. He knew better to ask, he knew she wouldn't be in the mood to talk and he wrestled with telling her what he'd been up to, what he had been assigned to do that concerned her, but he knew he shouldn't tell her. But then it struck him, this was her, this was the very thing he'd argued and raged against back on the Essex, this.. silence she had told him about and the very thing he had said he'd never endure. To hell with this, he thought to himself as he took a breath, ready to launch into his assault of questions, comments and information before he froze, the barrage of statements lodging in the back of his throat as he had no idea how to begin. All that came out was a simple 'So..'.
She raised an eyebrow, while she peered space. 'So.. What are you doing in a Blood Dragon space suit, in a hereditary Katana, waving your SIS credentials like they were magical?'
'Me?!' he said in disbelief. 'What are you doing on a deserted planet in the middle of a soon-to-be warzone?!'
She unconsciously removed the hellcat tooth from her belt. Bloodied as it was. Her fingers caressed it. A token, a memory. 'Weber needed a full level analysis of the Sigmas and Omegas. I started by the Sigmas. And Sigma-21 is more dangerous than you think. Or anyone does.'
'Well if you're in it, I'd say yeah..it is...' he said in a slightly jovial manner. 'As for the Blood Dragons I was sent up here to..keep an eye on Kusari.' He didn't want her to know, God knows he didn't. The amount of time and effort she took in preventing anyone from finding out about her family, and he, the one person who spent an equal amount of time and effort in finding out about them, being sent to watch them? No..no he really didn't want her to find out.
Her eyebrow rose again. 'There are better ways to keep an eye on Kusari and less time costly. The Blood Dragons do not take gaijin into their ranks lightly. They do not allow them to escape their duty so easily. They only trust if.. ' A thought crossed her mind. 'If your purpose is honorful and you follow it everyday.' Her left hand twirled the hellcat tooth. 'Victor Steiner, what was your purpose to join the Blood Dragons?'
His hand gave the slightest of tremors before he got it under control, but the beads of sweat forming on his forehead weren't something he could just dismiss lightly. 'You know I can't answer that.' he said, falling back on the standard defense. Her voiced lowered to a growl. Primitive. Unbecoming to a Bretonian blue blood aristocrat. The year in Saigon was a silent one. Only the planet talked to her. Only the wind. And they did not said any lies, any day. 'Victor Steiner. What are you doing in Kyoto?' Her hand gripped tightly the hellcat tooth.
He heard the squeeze of the tooth in her hand, he swallowed hard and chose his words carefully 'Weber believed..that due to the volatile nature of Kusari at the time, it would be best if we had some idea of what was going on. We had already established contact with the GCs but that wasn't enough, the Blood Dragons were the major underworld player in Kusari, so we made moves to establish a treaty of sorts with them. They needed support, and we could provide, in return, we obtained knowledge of Kusari and of Gallia, due to the closeness of the two.' He hoped to God that was enough.
Maybe it was the fact that all she saw was the back of his helmet. But that gulp. That twitch in his words. It fell onto her stomach like a punch that she did not saw coming. 'Victor... You told them were my parents were?' She clenched her teeth. A hard decision to make was coming. Like the first soft winds before a raging storm.
'Weber knows....Weber always knew...you think members of the Royal family can just..wander off without protection? I was chosen because I knew, I was the closest, I was the most trustworthy, no one else was assigned to the detail, not even Perry knows! Just me, you and Weber.' He quietly set the ship on autopilot, very much ready to defend himself if things went south, which he suspected they would.