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Jeanne looked up at the sky, watching as Glorie's two moons rose above the horizon. The moons were distant and cold, their pale glow illuminating the darkening sky.

 

She smiled, admiring the view. It was a beautiful night — one that should be spent admiring the stars.

 

"Shouldn't you be on patrol?"

 

Jeanne's head snapped around. It was Seifriet.

 

"I-I'm just enjoying the view," She stammered.

 

He simply smiled. "I'm not questioning your motives. I'm just wondering why you're not on patrol."

 

Jeanne's cheeks turned red. Seifriet was right. She was supposed to be patrolling the city, not admiring the stars.

 

"Oh," was all she said.

 

He walked up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

 

"I can't blame you for admiring the stars," He said. "They are breathtaking."

 

She looked up at him, then her eyes moved back to the sky.

 

"Seifriet, I've been thinking," She said.

 

"About what?" He asked.

 

She took a deep breath. "Several things, actually."

 

"What things?" He asked.

 

"Do you think we'll be able to stop the Zor from attacking us any further?"

 

He grimaced. "I don't know."

 

"They brainwashed you and had you under their control, didn't they?"

 

"Yes, they did," He said.

 

"And you acted as an informant for them, right?"

 

"Yes."

 

"You want to stop them from attacking Glorie, don't you?"

 

"Of course."

 

"Then why aren't you doing anything to help us?"

 

He frowned. "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what else I can do."

 

She looked away from him, shaking her head. "You're useless."

 

"What?" He asked.

 

"You're useless. If you really wanted to help us, you'd do something. You'd do anything to help."

 

"Jeanne, I wish I could do more."

 

She looked at him, placing a hand on his chest. "But you can. You can do anything, Seifriet."

 

He smiled. "Jeanne, I'm not sure what you're getting at."

 

She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his.

 

He froze, then pulled back from her. "What are you doing?"

 

She smiled. "Isn't it obvious?"

 

He laughed nervously. "Jeanne, I don't think…"

 

"Why not?" She asked. "Don't you like me?"

 

"Of course I like you, but I don't think…"

 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. "You don't understand, Seifriet. I like you."

 

He blushed, looking away from her. "Jeanne, I'm not sure what to say."

 

She laughed. "Don't say anything."

 

"Jeanne," He said, "this isn't right — "

 

She pulled him closer to her, pressing her lips against his. He froze again, then wrapped his arms around her.

 

She pulled away from him, smiling. "See? It's okay."

 

"Jeanne," He said, "I'm not sure this is right."

 

"Seifriet, it's okay," She said.

 

"But — "

 

"Seifriet, it's okay."

 

He sighed, then wrapped his arms around her again. "Jeanne, I'm not sure this is right."

 

She sighed as well, then kissed him again. "Seifriet, why do you have to be so difficult?"

 

"I'm not being difficult," He said.

 

"Yes, you are."

 

"Jeanne, I'm sorry, but I'm not sure this is right. I'm not sure if I should be doing this."

 

"Seifriet, please," She said, "stop being difficult."

 

"I'm not being difficult."

 

"Yes, you are."

 

"Jeanne, I'm not being difficult."

 

"Yes, you are."

 

"Jeanne, I'm not."

 

"Yes, you are."

 

"Jeanne, why do you have to be so difficult?"

 

She smiled, then kissed him again.

 

She looked up at him, a smile on her face. "See, Seifriet? It's okay."

 

"Jeanne, I'm not sure — "

 

"Seifriet," She said, then kissed him again. "Please don't be difficult."

 

He held her close to him, smiling. "Jeanne, I'm not sure whether or not this is right."

 

She smiled, then kissed him again. "I'm not sure why you keep saying that."

 

"I'm just trying to be honest."

 

"Don't," She said. "Just kiss me."

 

He smiled, then kissed her on the forehead. She smiled, pulling him closer to her.

 

"Jeanne," He said. "Are you sure this is okay?"

 

"Yes, Seifriet," She said. "I'm sure."

 

"You're not just saying that because you like me?"

 

She smiled. "I'm not just saying that because I like you."

 

"Are you sure?"

 

She nodded. "Yes, Seifriet. I'm sure."

 

He smiled. "In that case, I'm sure, too."

 

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her again.

 

She looked up at him, a smile on her face. "See, Seifriet? It's okay."

 

"I'm not sure I like being 'okay'," He said. "What about you?"

 

She shrugged. "I guess."

 

"You guess?" He asked.

 

She grinned. "Seifriet, you're being difficult again."

 

He laughed. "Sorry."

 

"You're not sorry."

 

"I'm not."

 

She kissed him again. "I like you, Seifriet."

 

"I like you, too."

 

She smiled. "See, Seifriet? You're not being difficult."

 

He laughed. "I'm not?"

 

She shook her head.

 

"Oh," He said.

 

She kissed him on the cheek. "See?"

 

He smiled. "I guess."

 

"That's better."

 

She smiled again, then kissed him again.

 

He smiled. "I'm not being difficult again, am I?"

 

"No," She said, "but you're trying to be."

 

"I'm not trying to be."

 

"Seifriet, you are."

 

He sighed. "I guess."

 

She laughed. "See, I was right."

 

"Don't rub it in."

 

"Sorry."

 

"No, you're not."

 

She laughed again.