Sleep. For it really could not be called rest, the fitful, infected thing that covered her mind like a thick woolen blanket. In fact, it seemed more like some diseased form of unconsciousness to her then anything. Amaya watched as Nayru, who was currently so little, fought the urge to grow up in a minute, and tried to stay in her child hood kicking and screaming.

It was sad really, and Amaya found ever since dealing with these people emotions had been flooding her with a wicked sense of clarity, that in truth frightened her damn near witless. She sighed. She should be sleeping, rather like everyone, save for Hiromasa, whom she found herself to be quite angry with, still. She shook her head and stood up, making her way to the pilot room.

He looked up at her as she near silently opened the large, chrome door. His eyes were dull; a paltry blank look was on his face. Ironically, it was the same look she had often occupied when she had first met this lot. She felt now like she often had as a child, a sick wave of nostalgia told her to run when they got back to the cold, lost city, run and never look back. These people could most definitely make it on there own, they had done so years before she had come around, looking to save a forbidden race, not looking for help, but finding it none-the-less. Her side ached from the wound on it. . . she couldn't run though not unless she was feeling particularly suicidal. . . this wound would need bandaging and poulticing as soon as they arrived back. She didn't like this. It made her feel. . . . .weak.

"Hai, Amaya-san?" he asked, in a weary tone that she was not accustomed to hear from him. She just shook her head in response, and looked out at the horizon which grew larger and larger to her as they bore down on the old, sad and grey city, from which all these people originated, save for the old Ji-jii in the storage room, who had come from her own, false, remake of a planet.

She looked out the windshield, and found she could care less about all this. She realized exactly how young she was, and was disgusted at the old decrepit feeling which had just now recently filled her.

She didn't realize how long she had stood there, one hand distantly rubbing her aching side, completely silent, watching the little city grow up to a towering mass. They had just begun to maneuver in and around buildings, when she pulled her out of her reverie.

"You should. . . perhaps go awaken the others. We'll be dropping done in a few moments." His voice was flat.

She did not signal any affirmative, simply filed out of the room. Little Nayru could sleep on, she would carry her out if necessary, but the others..well.fuck the others. Loudly, she stomped back to the storage room, where everyone else seemed to have piled in upon though a sudden wave had told them to hide from the wicked Amaya.
"Get up." She spoke in a loud, hard tone. They barely stirred. She did not speak this time, simply kicked Naru sharply. His pain filled howl brought they others back to the world of consciousness with a sudden and angry jerk.

"Get moving, we'll be down any second now." The look of confusion which greeted her caused her to suppress the desire to kick each and every one of them until they bled the floor black.

She whirled around and walked back into the sitting type room, and shifted Nayru around slightly, preparing to carry her off the ship. She was startled to feel someone lightly push her away to grab the little girl.

Hiromasa looked at her, eyes sparkling as though he had been thinking something rather funny, or as though he had been earlier. . .crying? That wasn't possible. . .it wasn't as though big bad ass warriors cried. It just didn't happen in this world, this wasn't some sappy love novel, in which everyone hugged and cried and then everything was repaired, because for them, life did not work that way anymore.and hadn't worked that way for millions of centuries.

Amaya sighed again. Her side was practically killing her now. Haphazardly, she managed to get off the ship, and into the nearly empty bar from which they had left the city a few days before.

She still didn't think things were over.