((Lunar)) (D)

Lunar enters, sitting at his usual table.
Oracle walks into the Blaster, glancing around the room for a friendly, or at least familiar, face.
Lunar spies Oracle. He tries to hide his glowing optics, to keep her from finding him, but for a second he is visible.
Oracle catches a glimpse of Lunar out from the corner of her optics. She turns to nod at him.
Lunar sighs and doesn't return her nod.
Oracle quirks an optic ridge at the sigh, and moves to approach Lunar.
Lunar grimaces, but still says nothing.
Oracle smiles slightly. "You seem to been in an even fouler mood than usual Lunar."
Lunar sighs. "I thought I warned you to stay away."
You say, "Last time I checked, this bar was for everyone to enjoy, not just you."
Lunar shakes his head. "You didn't have to come to my table, Oracle. It's a large bar. It's a dangerous game you're playing."
You say, "Game?"
Lunar narrows his optics. "You know what I would do if I ever caught you outside of the city. You nearly met that fate once. Still, you seek me out. Yes, I say this is a game."
Oracle ponders for a moment. She speaks softly. "It takes two to play any game."
Lunar blinks. "It is a game I can afford to play, for I have nothing to lose. You, on the other hand, do."
You say, "What is it that I have to lose and you do not?"
Lunar leans forward. "You're life, Oracle. You know what I would do if I caught you outside of the city."
Oracle quirks her optic ridge again. "And you do not value your life, Lunar? You have a life, just as I have a life."
Lunar chuckles cruelly. "Yes, I have a life. But there are two reasons I have nothing to lose. One, in a battle you would be the loser, not I. Two, I do not fear death in the slightest."
Oracle frowns and shrugs. "Most likely I would lose for I have no skill in combat. But just because one has no fear of death, does not mean that they don't hold it dear, or even wish to keep living. Many brave warriors fight in this war on both sides. I don't think they all fear death, but I don't think they want to die either."
Lunar shakes his head. "You don't understand. I truly could care less whether I live or die. There's nothing to live for but to kill Bots."
You say, "Then your existance is a poorer one than mine Lunar. At least I have some motivation in life. Maybe that's why I don't have the common sense to be as scared of you as I should. Maybe that's why I have this nagging feeling of almost ... pity ... for you. You most certainly are not happy, despite all those cruel smiles you are so fond of giving out."
Lunar cocks his head, looking at Oracle. "You have more perception than I would have given you credit for. I am not happy, and pity is perhaps the proper emotion to feel . . . though that does not lessen the truth of my threat to you nor the folly of feeling pity for me."
Oracle folds her arms. "Wouldn't it be better if you made an effort to make yourself happy instead of making me miserable. You may claim to enjoy my missery, but I doubt that it truly makes you happy.
Lunar glares at her for a long while then his expression ALMOST softens. "Oracle, you are an idealist. As an idealist you have no possible way of knowing the power that darkness has. Once you begin to hate, it snowballs. Oh, at first you can pull out. At first you can go back to what you were. But eventually, after you've lived in hate, your very purpose one of hatred, you cannot escape it. Whether I enjoy my life or not is moot, I cannot change it at this point."
Oracle speaks louder than usual, in the tone of voice of someone who refuses to believe. "I cannot accept that. You're scared to try. Dying isn't the hard part, it's living as someone like you!" She turns to leave Lunar's table.
Lunar begins to laugh. Softly at first, then louder, until his cruel laughter booms from him. "Scared to try? You fool! You have no idea what you're speaking of, you can't know. Creature of the light, trying to reform the creature of darkness," he says mockingly. "A wonderful sentiment, Oracle, but unfortunetly just more stupid idealism, more moronic innocence."
Oracle doesn't turn around to face Lunar. Her face is turned completely away from him. "I'd rather be an idealist, thank you very much. I like to like people and have them like me. I don't care what you say, I think I'm better of than you, even if I die tonight, I still will be better off than you. You can keep your shadows."
Lunar nods, though she can't see that. His voice is suddenly very soft, nearly gentle. "Good. Let me keep the shadows, and you keep your idealism." He rises and walks towards the door.
Oracle hears Lunars words and turns back for a moment. It looks as though she is about to cry...or something. She only nods confusedly.
Lunar turns his head, not quite facing her. "My way of life could only cause you pain. And I've caused enough of that as it is." He heads out of the door.
*Lunar leaves*
Lunar leans against a wall, his head facing it, one arm supporting him against it. His optics are closed in either sadness or deep thought - impossible to tell with Lunar.
Sometime later Oracle emerges from the Golden Blaster. She seems deeply withdrawn into her thoughts, as though taking on the full responsibility of answering all those questions no one can answer. Why are we here? Why do we hurt each other? What makes up good and evil? Why do we war?
Lunar remains where he is, either not noticing or not acknowleging Oracle.
Oracle sighs to herself and looks skyward, though her optics are closed.
Lunar's shoulders tremble just slightly, barely noticable, the one indication that his closed optics might be in sadness.
Oracle opens her optics and spots Lunar. She wavers on the spot trying to figure out whether to go, or whether to stay.
Lunar knots his hand into a fist and punches the wall. Not looking behind him, he heads towards the relative seclusion of the alleyways to the side of the district.
Oracle continues to watch Lunar, trying to keep her face without any expression. She fails as traces of discomfort flicker on and off of her face.
Lunar enters the darkness . . . mostly disappearing.
Oracle whispers, "Good night Lunar." The words float softly through the air, maybe he can hear them, maybe not. After a few seconds, Oracle turns to enter her home.
*Oracle goes home.*