Roughly around the same time.
Amira walks around the dimly lit corridor, barren of any sort of living being that could interact with her. Not that she ever seeks company at that time of the day anyway, it's already a time for rest among many Humans, but for certain reasons, Amira is still awake, heading away from the medical room where Rian and Adi are resting on their own. She has her eyes closed with a frown, with the conversation they had etched right in her mind, where so many thoughts run at the same time, all with the same beat and rhythm of constant noise.
Can Humans truly move on as Logans and others said...?
Such lingering thoughts race her mind, still looking for an answer that can provide her with some ease of mind. Perhaps, just perhaps, it's best for it to come later, lest she gets overwhelmed with all of them.
But just as she's about to head further into the corridor, with her head aiming at the door on the right, a faint shout can be heard inside, a particularly familiar one, which is enough to make Amira stop dead in her tracks as she places her hands around her forehead, concentrating on the source of the scream itself.
From there, it's from what she finds out about the source that her eyes widen and gasp with a whisper, an energy of extreme emotions she hasn't felt in a long while, and from an individual she wouldn't like to see like that.
Logan? What happened?
She then places her hands around her chest, slowly approaching the door where Logan's bedroom is located, in anticipation of any rushed and risky reaction to take place in front of her, especially with the potential of harm that may affect her.
And just as she's about to go for the doorknob, the door slams itself openly as a figure walks out of it. One who wears only some black pants and walks barefoot, and holds a particular hilt, one without a blade in it, as he turns rightwards without eyeing or even feeling Amira nearby. With heavy, raspy and fast breathing with bulging hazelnut eyes, Logan seems to have that one nightmare again, departs far away from the room as he hurries down the corridor, a place where he can soothe the pain he just endured in the middle of the night.
Amira can only look as she wrinkles her brows as she follows Logan behind, to see where can a man like him would head towards, and what could have made him get disturbed to that level. Especially from the things Amira could feel in his head which is enough to make her slightly fasten her pace to catch up to him. Whatever happens next to him, she needs to make sure Logan is safe and sound, regardless of the nightmares inside of him that woke him up just recently.
Logan continues down the corridor, clenching the hilt as much as he can with his wide eyes, wide enough to show the whites, all while parts of his biceps and shoulders tremble in all directions from the emotions raging inside of him. He can't hold out much longer, he needs something to let it out, or else something drastic would occur.
He takes a quick glance at a door on the left, where a faint sound can be heard inside. Logan only shakes his head as he continues to walk down the corridor, while Amira also glanced at the sound through the door with one hand placed on her forehead, and she too gasped at the one man inside.
Seiner too...? Amira has too many questions lingering that night, but for now, her focus is on Logan, all the way as he exits to a door on the right, leading both of them to the shivering and dark night outside the base, with only a few spotlights to illuminate the path around the perimeters of the base, and in fact, they're not that bright enough, which could provide a window for Logan to escape if he wants to.
But right now, that's not a concern for him or Amira.
Glancing to his left once more, he stops to see some pieces of wood laying around, as well as some pieces of metal junk lying around the floor around him near the fence on his right. Without any further hesitation, he ignites his Coraggio, turning into the Katana-shaped form he tends to use. And within a split second of activating it as he clenches the hilt with all the grip he has, begins to slash all the wood and metal junk he can find on the floor, using a variety of swings and slashes that can cut such material in a matter of seconds.
With each swing and slash, sweat fills his arms and shoulders as it drips to the ground while his face scrunches up with eyes still wide open, almost like he's trying to endure a test of physical pain while his breathing gets heavier with any passing second, almost like to ensure he doesn't lose himself in his funk while getting used to the passing pressure that he applies to his own blade. And yet, this pain that he has is not the typical physical kind, for it's as if he's not even feeling the pressure from his muscles.
Amira concentrates once more with her hands on her forehead, trying to get a read on Logan's mind. And from what she finds, it's enough to make her mouth quiver and for her hands to tremble as well, for it feels like a flurry of attacks coming to his mind. All with the same repeated question.
Love or hate? Love or hate? Can I really love everyone? Or should I hate?! Tell me! Tell me how! Love?! Or hate?! Please tell me!
This is what makes Amira open her eyes, as she observes the increasing intensity of Logan's slashes and swings, even when the wood and metal junk has been cut down into nothingness, and with a quick glance, she spots some crimson red drops that come from the direction of his hands, with each of them increasing by every passing second, which can only mean one thing that Amira fears the most.
"Logan!" Amira shouts near Logan's range, which is close enough for him to be able to hear. "Please, calm down!" With this in mind, Logan stops in midst of his flurry of attacks as he tightens his shoulders and freezes as well, albeit with some trembling involved. And after some moments of clenching the hilt of Coraggio, he releases it from his hand and takes a deep breath that sounds more like a sigh from this brief yet intense moment, allowing Logan to see how the clenching led to blood marks on his hand.
He stares at it for a moment, while also glancing at the chopped material in the ground, with every fiber of wood and metal he can find even with the tiniest of traces left to find. All of it while silence follows between the two as Amira places her hand on Logan's shoulder, which is enough to make him tremble.
"I'm... I'm sorry..." Logan says with a whisper, still shaking for a bit as he still doesn't glance back at Amira who still places her hand on his shoulder, and caresses it for a bit. He stopped, yet the troubles have not.
"Logan, was there something that troubled you?" Amira asks, still holding on to Logan as much as she can while containing the tremors inside his body. And even though the intensity of the thoughts dwindles, those very words can still be heard faintly inside of her, and even Logan's.
"Just a bad dream, that's all."
"A bad dream, you say?" Amira says as her brows crinkle together. From what felt inside of him as she followed him all the way outside, the way his emotions struck together could mean something more than a "bad dream", it's way more than a mere nightmare to endure if that's what Logan means. "Your emotions were very strong when I linked with you. I felt anger, sadness, and regret. Can you please tell me what is troubling you, Logan?"
"I... think you don't need to know right now, Amira," Logan says as he lets out a slight shrug from his arms while Amira reaches for his hand. The sensation is enough to make Logan slightly turn around to see a bit of Amira, still with puffy eyes and restraining trembling in front of her.
"I believe we should take this somewhere else if that's what you want."
"Yeah, you're probably right..." Logan says with a nod. He picks up the hilt of his saber as Amira carries him back inside the base as he still stares at the ground without uttering another word on the way back to their room. With no one else to spot both of them on their way back. Away from the cold and dark sight of the night, to somewhere else where they can feel each other without the company of the dark unknown in front of them.
Once they're inside their bedroom again, Amira closes the door behind her as Logan sits down on his bed, still with puffy and red eyes, wincing for a bit as he still stares down at the ground with a trembling chin to boot. Even if they're somewhere warm now, it almost feels like it still hasn't fully subsided for Logan.
"So, I think we could be safe here now. Do you feel like talking about what happened to you?"
"Actually, Amira... Have you tried to open yourself with others a bit more?" Logan asks her, which makes her glance around the room with a frown on her face before letting out a sigh as she looks up at the ceiling, maybe something far deeper than she could ever tell Logan in a moment like this.
"Honestly, it is not easy. Not because I do not like your presence or anything but the fact that I still feel like can not feel like I feel I can belong here, the way you talk about things, and any other activities you engage with."
"Not even with your fellow friends?" Logan asks as he slightly raises an eyebrow in response to this. Almost an entire month and she still hasn't felt a close connexion to Humankind yet? Perhaps she still yearns for a long-lost home close to her, with Varris on her side to do as they were intended to do, at least before the Zlocu arrived.
"I try to from time to time as much as I can. But still... It all feels so hard for me to understand it." She gives another slight sigh as she glances back at Logan, leaning to the wall near her bed, with one step closer until she's next to Logan, all without keeping a slight glance at him while caressing his hand that bled when clenching the blade. "I wish it would be easier for me, and yet, I still feel like I only belong if it is something close to my home."
"But, haven't you tried asking for something? To share more about your world and your people?"
"I do not know. I just do not feel like they can really understand those worlds outside of their own species. If I tell them, they would think that life outside Earth may not be worth exploring." Logan then places his hand around Amira's cheek, caressing for a bit as he gives a slight smile on his face.
"But I think telling them would be a good way for people to learn and remember your species, outside of those who were close to you back in space, right?" Amira still only looks up with a frown, glancing away from Logan as she stares at the window outside, at the pitch dark night that she can grasp with her eyes.
"I hope so for that. But even if I tell them, I cannot guarantee they could appreciate it. Or that I will be found by others in this world, already deemed as a lost cause by them." Logan shakes his head for a bit as he leans closer to Amira.
"I'm sure it's worth a try. If you can try, then so can the other species. To try gives us another chance. OK?" Although Amira is silent for a moment, thinking more about Logan's response and request, she follows it with a slight smile on her face as she turns to face him, holding his hand while slightly nodding.
"That may be true, Logan. I will give it a chance, as hard as it may seem." With that, Amira releases her hand from Logan as she heads to her bed. Now eager for some gentle sleep after a long and vigilant night with others. But before she can tug her sheets, she turns at Logan one more time. "Logan?"
"Yes, Amira?"
"Would you at least give a hint of what happened inside of you that made you explode like that?" Logan turns away for a moment, staring at the window in front of them, even if his smile trembles for a bit before sniffing for a moment, still thinking of what to tell Amira, something that may be too personal for him to say right now.
"We... We could save this for later if it works for you, alright? I need some time to process it, that's all," Logan replies with a small and weak chuckle as he glances back at her, already covered with her blanket, she replies with a hum and a smile before closing her eyes, now allowing herself for a deep and sweet sleep for the beautiful Soranian princess. Soon, Logan covers himself under a similar blanket as he turns away from her, and right after that, Logan's smile fades, and tears soon drop from his eyes and drip into his blanket, clutching it as well while sobbing for a bit. He held off this time from the "wounds" he sustained from his previous attack inside of him, but now, there is no need to shield himself.
Just maybe... Once I'm away from you when this all ends if we survive, so you won't see an undeserving monster like me ever again. One who could even kill you at the worst time possible. All the mistakes that I have done, from college up to that warehouse... I'm sorry for using you like that. As a remedy for them. Amira... I hope you never get to see who I truly am soon...
Logan becomes lost with himself, alone with his own thoughts on how could fare a future after this war that reaches all living beings. But one future Logan sees for himself, especially with the likes of living beings like Amira.
One he thinks it's in solitude, with no one else by his side.