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He knew he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying his time in the Sanq Kingdom. It was a beautiful country, here on the Earth.
He sat on the grass in the one of the gardens surrounding the school, under the welcome shade of a tree. It was so peaceful here, and the peacefulness was a welcome break from the chaotic pace of battle. He sighed, glancing down at the glass of chilled orange juice in his hands. Thinking of battle reminded him of Trowa, who was still lost somewhere in space.
He watched as a bead of condensation crawled down the side of the glass, like sweat, and pooled where his skin met the glass. He contemplated what his lost comrade might be thinking at this same moment. He lifted the glass and took a small sip, savouring the sugar-sweet flavour of the beverage.
He was content for the moment. To just sit beneath the tree and relish in the ability to merely relax. Even if it was just for a moment. Quatre was also confident that, somewhere up there in space, his missing friend was awaiting the time when they would return to battle once more.
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