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Ulysses took the plate and left to the kitchen where he slid it into the fridge for later.. if she was here for later. He returned to the room, sitting where he had before and after having brief thought he gestured her over.

She watched him leave the room, and return shortly. She looked over at where he was now sitting once more, and stood up and walked over to him when he gestured her to come over to him.

Once she was close enough he lifted her onto the couch to sit beside him, settling in his place again afterwards. "They've stopped searching for you," he stared at the wall, anything but at her. "And I know where your father is, so it's around time for you to go home."

She let him lift her up and place her on the couch, her eyes stayed on him the whole time. She was confused at first, though one thing caught her attention. He knew where her dad was. "Wheres daddy?" she asked him.

Hearing that she sounded pretty eager he sat up. "I can take him to you now, but you won't be coming back," it sounded as though she had a choice when the only option was taking her back. Surely by now she wasn't too attached and he shouldn't be either.

She lightly tilted her head. If she left she wouldn't be able to come back? "Why>" she asked him curiously. In the time given to them together, she merely thought of him as a friend, maybe less.

"I won't be around after that," he stood up now, leaving to his weaponry room to retrieve his mask and a few other things for the voyage, not quite caring if she followed him below or not.

At first she didn't follow, just sat there quietly, thoughtfully. Where was he going? He said he wouldn't be around after that, her young mind focused on that question. After a moment she jlumoed off the couch angd followed the way he had gone, and was following him again. "How come you won't be around?" She asked softly.

"I'll have things to do," the answer was rather frank and simple, but if you were to look in depth it was far much more than I'll-have-things-to-do. He made his way back to the door that opened to stairs that led down to the weaponry room, glancing over his shoulder to the girl to make sure she didn't slip somehow trying to walk down the stairs.

She frowned faintly at his response. "I'll have things to do. Things like what? She didn't like his it seemed like he was avoiding the question. He didn't go in deeper with his answers. "I won't be around after that" and why? "I'll have 'things' to do. She looked down at her feet and followed him in silence at first, following him down the stairs. "Things like what?" She asked quietly.

His words were as though he were reading it monotonously from a script and his eyes skimmed over the room for his mask which he found laid beside his keyboard. "You're too young to understand," perhaps he was wrong, but his occupation wasn't really the most inspiring one nor was it safe to say to anyone. Who knew if she would go out and tell.

Ulysses took the mask from his desk then began to examine his choice of weaponry.

"Am not" she said her gaze still fixed on her feet. Her curiosity was slightly getting the better of her, seeing it was quite a rare occourance for her to correct him. The fact he wouldn't tell her, increased her childish curiosity, rather then decrease it. Daddy told her almost everything and if it was something he didn't want her to know he'd lie so she'd at least have her a answer.

In all honesty he thought the conversation would end there, therefore when she retorted back his gaze shot to her, inquiring. Ulysses wasn't one to lie, but he would make his answers vague. If she wanted opinion she'd have nothing but the truth even if it was the hurtful truth, but at the moment she was asking for an answer in full. Seems as though his answer wasn't enough. "Then what do you think these are for?" he took an UZI in case it would be of use on their trip back as he gestured towards the remaining collection of firearms.

Nausicaä finally looked up from her feet and looked up at Ulysses, then her gaze looked around at the other firearms a moment before her gaze returned to him. "Shooting?" She asked shortly in the form of a question as if to see if she were right or wrong.

Well, she was more or less right, but that wasn't where Ulysses was trying to lead. Yes, guns were for shooting but why would he be shooting?? "That's a part of it," he slipped the mask over his, securing it as the air escaped it.

It seemed she got the answer at least a little bit right. Part of it right. Though the question was how many pieces was there left to the answer that she got a part of. She had no idea. Her eyes looked back t the guns, thoughtful, trying to figure out the other part to her answer, if she could find it.

Knowing she was held up on her answer he began to collect things he would need for this trip back, precautions in case the investigation was still running in the area. Occasionally his honeyed eyes flicked back to her, watching as she couldn't find any reasoning within her own head. Like he said before, she was too young to interpret. Perhaps when she was older she'd think back and stumble upon the answer he was aiming her at.

After gathering what he needed he walked back over to her, straps decorating his torso as assault riffles hung from them, clicking with each step. "Gather all your things," he urged her back up the stairs and as far as he knew she didn't have all too much. Yes, he had bought her the necessities, but that was about all she had to bring with her.

Sadly, she couldn't seem to find the other half to her own answer. It was as if her mind were a vast, deserted landscape, having not a single clue what the answer could be. She just could not come up with a answer, and at first she was determined not to surrender, but not soon after she declared that in her thoughts, she gave in with a quiet sigh.

Her blue eyes looked back up at him, watching as she armed himself with guns and such. "Okay" she said as she went to then stairs as directed, and went to gather the few things she had. Especially Ozball, she could never forget him.

He waited patiently, matter of fact he'd wait as long as it took. It wasn't that he wanted to get rid of her though that had been one of his obligations in the beginning. Even though he would never verbally admit it, it was an adventure having her around, and from time to time, tiring. The child has twice as many demands as an employee would, however this didn't seem to make Nausicaä any less fascinating. In the end she didn't belong to him, but her father who Ulysses was sure was on a never ending quest to find his daughter.