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With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
Things happened suddenly, and in an order Gaucho's primitive mind didn't necessarily understand.
He remembered landing in front of Zero - ready to take whatever assault was cast the boy's way - and then suddenly ... suddenly the son he believed he had was flying. Flying in a way the warrior knew was impossible. Still, the boy soared, even if it was only for a blissful few seconds. Through the tepid air, through the frigid screams and worn-out warnings, Zero flew.
But it didn't last.
Had Gaucho planned on scolding Ampere for letting Zero (regardless of his paternity) into this battle, the intention was immediately lost, as a streak of Blu roughly ended the boy's flight. It was like something out of Shakespeare - both parents likely had a hand in what was about to happen. In their effort to protect Zero, they only broke him.
In that moment, as both Ampere and Zero crashed to the ground, Gaucho's predatory primal mind was diverted. He cared not for the God who was being dismembered, and he could hardly hear the words of the Earth God, as he praised them and made promises. He only saw mother and son.
Both of whom were his in as many ways as they weren't.
But that didn't matter.
Selfishly, he somehow knew that things between he and Ampere could never be truly healed - or even close - should Zero die. And while he only saw the two fall out of the air, given their circumstances there could have been many other things at work. Was it only a crushed limb? Or was there something more breaking inside of the boys body?
[Cont. in Zero's thread. :3 ]
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SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Conclusion)
