Chapter Text
Originally Published February 4, 2010
And so the world went on with its business.
It might have been noticed - their ... disappearance.
Friends would have caught wind of it. Maybe contemplated it from time to time. In remembrances. Certainly. In ceremonies. And in life when they reflected upon the war.
Historians, investigating Able Squad's exploits, would have been at a loss to explain what happened to a pair of figures as important as Nara and Marsala. Although, it should be said, the mystery did not captivate the culture. There was already a plethora of other, colorful characters filling the void. From Admiral Marsh to Professor Bronski.
As time passed, the few who noticed, came to think of the girl and the Neosapien as legend.
Not an ounce of bitterness betrayed their bliss. They were content to be overlooked. The war changed them. Emotionally. Physically. Even genetically. They were outside of normal and, forgotten, slipped past a world that did not want them.
Those that knew of the war perished yet they remained. They travelled through generations. They saw eons after eons. The races blended until it happened that war between terrans and Neosapiens became as unimaginable as war between right and left arms. All the while ageless as if trapped by time. Watching from the wilderness that formed their land of exile.
It was best....
They remained in the ruins of the homestead. It was consumed by Nature and they, too, became a part of their environs. There, within their arms, they caught a glimpse of infinity - and completeness. They only needed each other. As the void of space grew above below they settled together and relived the adventures of what passed and fantasized about new and different worlds. And they searched, still, that tunnel - escape was another day away - maybe soon they would be free.