Despite their heavy words, a calmness covered the two sitting among the lotus flowers. Rather than a caretaker and an escaped prisoner or war, they felt like two monks sitting under a tree, debating the facts of life like they had for the last fifty years. The thought struck Wufei, almost unsettling him before he accepted it and moved on. "In moments like this, I don't feel like I've been hurt. I wonder if it's just this garden." Leaning back to look at the wide sky above, a quirk of a smile on his lips, he thought about that for a minute. Here, his last few months didn't exist at all. He was closer to home with each second more that he stayed here. The thought saddened him in a way, but still the smile flashed over his lips. "I'm probably just wishful. It will come back to me in the middle of the night when there is no one there to distract me."