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“Don’t look back and leave, don’t find me again and just live on, because I have no regrets from loving you, so only take the good memories, I can bear it in some way, I can stand it in some way, you should be happy if you are like this, day by day it fades away.”

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Those small shifts, the way No. 4 remained present beyond the time allotted to training, all these things screamed that the Gunner had something on his mind. Words he needed to say, a conversation he felt should occur. Black knew, despite their closeness, that he remained the pillar. When he was thrown off, it caused a sense of unease. One thing he could be proud of, among many things, was how his Unit wouldn’t take advantage of his momentary lapse. All aside one, he imagined that seeing their Instructor stand there with his focus elsewhere only made them question what was going on.

Maybe, like No. 4, they had taken note of how and when he begun to find his mind wandering from the present to the past. To a future that could have been.

“I have.” There was no denying it, the very strength that his tone embodied refused to allow even the slightest sense of hesitation from the man who spoke, “This shouldn’t have been something that you, or the others, saw. No matter my feelings.”

His thought stopped there, however well masked, he had more to share. No matter his feelings, how he lost someone dear, the war would not stop for him. He needed to be in the moment, to help the M Unit in ways he knew how.

“That isn’t all you want to say to me, is it, No. 4?”

“It happens to the best of us, Instructor. Thankfully, we haven’t been deployed into the field yet.”

Close as the M Unit is, No. 4 can’t help hesitating, wondering if what he wanted to say would be crossing the line. Regardless of what concern he felt, what went on in the Instructor’s personal life was hardly any of his business, and not his place to pry into. On the other hand, well....If the other was so distracted by whatever it was going on, what thoughts might have been running wild in his mind--Surely it was something worth addressing.

That was what he told himself, that this was entirely impersonal and not simply a result of curiosity or what he himself felt.

“....Instructor, is it about the female Attacker you spoke with often?”

The words are blurted out by the Gunner before he can truly have time to think it through, and nigh immediately, though he masks it--He feels a wave of regret. It certainly wasn’t the worst way to ask, but it was hardly the most tactful either. No doubt that even No. 21 would have berated him, had he heard what he had just said. 

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“You are hot-headed, No. 4, not an idiot.”

The statement came as a cut through all else. Black didn’t want to sit and talk around the subject, there shouldn’t have been a need to with No. 4. If anyone could speak their mind, if anyone would stand before him and not falter, it should have been the Gunner before him. 

“She was many things, and you know it. Knew it. If you have something to say about this, talk, No. 4.”

He didn’t appreciate his student starting this, then acting as if he didn’t know what they were meant to talk about. So it is about her, he pries, having previously stated it was. It irked him, more than it should, but if he wanted this conversation to happen–

This wasn’t the right way to act. He felt like a child.

“Do you have something to say, No. 4?”

There was a softness to his voice that he never thought he would share with others. A softness that only came out with the android in question, that had only come out with her. Now he just felt weak, awake, and in dire need of something he will never come to know again. Had he ever looked this broken in front of her, how would she have reacted?

“You knew it was, and you’ve come to talk to me.” There was silence, something he wanted to say, “You’ve kept something to yourself.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything after all. The moment he’d opened his mouth to confront Black about this matter had been the moment that he knew it would soon be his turn to speak up. Like clockwork, the attention is soon turned upon the Gunner.

“....Instructor. If you’re trying to imply something between me and her, we were just comrades. Maybe friends at most.”

No.

The only thing that the feelings he bore towards No. 3 and No. 20 shared was the fact that he had taken a step back for both of their sakes. For as much as he complained and made his irritation known, he cared for No. 3, he saw him as a close friend. But what he felt for No. 20, that didn’t matter. That hadn’t mattered the moment he’d seen just how her breath caught in her throat whenever the Instructor passed by or spoke to her.

“I asked you out of concern since you’re normally more composed than this. That’s all.”

It especially hadn’t mattered when he’d seen how happy the two of them, the people most important to him, were together.

How correct his decision was to step back only seemed to solidify, seeing just how broken Black looked in the wake of the female Attacker’s departure from this world. It made No. 4′s jaw lock, and he resisted the urge to clench his fists in frustration. Orders were absolute, even hew knew that, and yet had he known what was going on at that exact point in time, if he hadn’t been so busy focusing on training....

...I would have gone to Earth’s surface in a heartbeat to help her, Commander be damned.