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[center][h2][color=8493ca]Gaia Dryte[/color][/h2][/center]

Really, this was all a pain. At this point he had enough to think on being sleepy as he was. But even beyond that fatigue the thoughts that slowly bubbled up as the overwhelming adrenaline and situation of the simulation faded away all concerned one thing. The Expo. There was time to digest it but...

[center][h3]The Venue's Recent Past[/h3][/center]

“So the expo right? I was thinking the magnet-collector, and maybe the sirens. Maybe even a incinerator. Waste is hard to manage right? Collecting scraps, improving filters. If the closed space of a colony had those issues… Well, it’s like treating one of the compounds back home. It isn’t like it’s an open environment there right? I think I can do something then. The outside is danger, inside has its own circulation. A closed space, a system." He found himself babbling a bit. Antsy, maybe a bit nervous. It wasn't anything to do with the royal figure with him.		 	

He offered a smile “Some of it’s theoretical, assuming it’d work in space or in colonies. But I could show how some of it works on Earth. Maybe it’d be good to be tested on the moons first? But the idea can be presented, their attention grabbed. The details don’t matter as much until then right? We can fill those in, I can.” He rose to his feet and leaned in, curving forth and suddenly was in her face, palms pressed onto the table.

“This is it right? The chance, what I’ve been studying for. Of course even if we don’t make big waves now there’ll be more later but..”

His palm ground into a blueprint sheet. Slightly clammy, cold. Sticking to him like a half-discarded skin. In a year his knowledge matured into something that could be explained, that could be put down in paper. Concrete visions taken form that could be shared, thought-out constructed approaches and plans that went beyond simply doing as he figured.

This wasn’t just tinkering, putting together something that was needed at the time or forcing a machine of war together. Convincing others, making them understand, share in what he said could be. But then why did it feel off? What were his doubts. 

“Can this stuff. Or well, can a reputation and money really change the direction of peoples hearts and their lives? Or..."

It was left unsaid.

Was the talents of the princess of war the only real path? 

He came up here to destroy the pirates, to take revenge on those who came down and brought further turmoil to his home. Really, what was his year of effort for then? He’d made the Terra Fossil, he learned of Mobile Suits, and he fought and was being grilled. That was fine, but what as all the rest? What was… He pushed forth with a finger he could barely feel a page that detailed his ideas for a safety feature utilizing magnetic interference. 

Did he simply get engrossed in it all, being overwhelmed by the luxuries and wealth of resources of the Empire and life in it? Did he see what could be wanted it to be better? Or maybe he wanted to think of himself as something more than just another killer.

“Hey, why was I brought up. Why am I really here?..." It wasn't a matter of just asking about her own motives in taking him under her wing. It was a quiet request for direction. The young man asking to be told in a moment of weakness what he was. "I... Forget that." Gaia shook his head before retreating to slump back in his own chair.

"Sheena. What's Venus about?"