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That was something that he could relate to. When he had first arrived, he hadn't hesitated in seeking out all of the answers that his mind could absorb. It had been during those moments that he had come across Nataku and they had instantly formed a bond between them. Closing his eyes at such thoughts, he pushed them away as he reminded himself that it was best not to dwell on the past.

The templar instead refocused his attention on the prelate as that offer was made. It was a far cry from a question, but disregarding that point, Tassadar found it one that he was more than content to 'answer'.

"It would be an honour." Nodding his head, Tassadar began to move again as he gestured for Zeratul to follow alongside him.

He waited for Tassadar to join him, noting that brief moment where he seemed to be trying to shake something off. They'd had their fair share of high emotions and dramatic revelations during their time together, and part of him wished that would stop. They could only suffer so much, after all.

Zeratul nodded in return, also giving the templar a courteous bow. He fell into step alongside his friend, and they started the relatively short walk back to the park. Any other time he would let them fall into silence, but here he was unable to do that. He could speak with Tassadar again, and he wasn't giving that up any time soon.

"Aside from some disagreeable weather, this city seems habitable enough," he mused, looking up towards the upper windows of the surrounding buildings.

There was an undeniable amount that had changed for them both since they had last spoken to each other. While his were based within this world here, Zeratul's had occurred with the continuation of the battle against the zerg and the terran forces attempting to block their way. There was undoubtedly much that still needed to be discussed, but it was something best left for another day.

That was why he was content to travel in silence as they made their way to the park. Yet it appeared that, for once, Zeratul had no desire for such silence. It was an interesting thought to consider, but he indulged the older male regardless.

"It is rare that such a storm passes through the city," Tassadar offered as they continued on their way. "This world has many different environments scattered across it, however."

Earth had been very, very far outside their territory, and he doubted any of the terrans in the Koprulu sector cared to even see it. That was a bit depressing to consider, if an entire species cared nothing for its own ancestral home. The terrans seemed quite happy to burn up the resources of every planet they came across, though, so maybe it wasn't that much of a surprise.

"We know very little of Earth, and I wonder if this one is similar to the one in our home," he mused. "If it is not all desert, what else does it offer?"

There were so many planets that were confined to one simple environment, like Aiur with her jungles and oceans. Earth was a real gem if it was one of the few to be so varied. Besides all that, it was a safer topic. Neutral territory was always the best place to start.

There was no chance of knowing whether or not this one was similar to the Earth the terrans originated from. The others here who had been pulled here from the same planet, but different timelines, seemed to have found the planet to be similar or near-identical to the one they originated from.

"It is possible, however, the Earth that is from our timeline is hundreds of years into the future of this current one. Much could have changed over that time," Tassadar offered. With the way that humans depleted their natural resources, the Earth of their future could be far different than this type indeed. Not that they would ever know the truth behind it.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he continued to make his way towards the park as he spoke, "Beyond the desert, they have a multitude of environments, such as jungles, vast forests, and even volcanic areas that are reminiscent of what we once saw on the homeworld for the zerg."

The dates between here and his origin point didn't line up at all, but he would be curious to know of terrans from other timelines. Even if their history was nowhere near as long and detailed as their own, he would still like to know as much as he could about it. Normally he would leave such pursuits for later, except the current situation made it a bit more pressing.

"Very true. Terrans move at a pace we do not, after all," he said. Sometimes they leapt forward very quickly in their achievements, other times they went backwards. Zeratul found it a bit unfortunate that Tassadar had to compare anything to the zerg, so he decided to skip over that locale. "Jungles and forests and deserts. Have you been to any of these places?"

Nevada seemed quite to his liking so far, but the time he'd spent on Aiur in the early days of the war had been just as pleasant. It had felt like coming home in a lot of ways, and he found he enjoyed that heavy atmosphere almost as much as the desert.

"Indeed they do. It is both their blessing and their curse as a whole," Tassadar said in agreement while he nodded his head. There were many other aspects to the human race that made them unique, and not all of those ways were positive ones either. They were a dangerous race despite their lack in technology, but he suspected that even that would come in time.

"I have been to a number of them, yes," he said while turning around the corner to continue on their way. Glancing at his companion, he added, "Selendis and I once travelled to a remote area that was surrounded by vast oceans while the land area was nothing but scattered islands of sand and tropical plants. It was rather reminiscent of Aiur herself."

Even if it hadn't held the same beauty as their beloved homeworld.

Zeratul kept an even pace alongside Tassadar, listening to him speak while still looking around their surroundings. There were a lot of different paths that would take them back to the park, and this wasn't one he knew yet. He wondered if Tassadar would take them on a longer or shorter route.

"I am quite at home in the desert," he said, looking up towards the sky (and pointedly in the opposite direction of the sun). "But I should like to see these places someday soon. I was unaware of how remarkable Earth was."

Zeratul was, of course, still biased towards Shakuras and Aiur, even if he'd spent little time on the latter.

Tassadar was at least relieved to hear of such things. He wouldn't wish the discomfort to his fellow protoss, but perhaps he could take the other out on a mission to show his companion more of earth. That, of course, would have to be throughout the journeys of their battles.

"It is a planet full of diversity," the templar murmured with a lightness on his tone that hadn't been heard for quite some time. Travelling along the sidewalk, Tassadar wondered if the further aid of Zeratul in this would could help end this war faster. Then they could both return to their duties for Aiur. "I have found that missions are a suitable method in seeing what Earth has to offer."

Zeratul noted the subtle change in Tassadar's tone, but he made no mention of it. There hadn't been a single day since they had met that allowed them any sort of levity or reprieve. On Char there was the constant threat of the Zerg and the Queen of Blades, and Aiur it had just been ten times worse. Of course, there was the threat of the unknown hanging over them here, but it was easier to ignore. Idleness in this place didn't translate into destruction back home. Unfortunately, he would rather be home, and that wasn't happening unless he did something about this damn war.

"Indeed? Have you been on many?" He was aware Tassadar hadn't spoken much of his partnership with a Weapon, but he couldn't let this subject go untouched for too long.

He had to actually think back on that question to count the number of missions. There had been quite a number of them, but perhaps not as many as he would have liked. There was little that could be done about that, as all he could do was continue to look towards his future goal.

"Enough," Tassadar murmured before glancing back over to his friend. "I have been on missions that involve all those who fight, along with those that require only an individual pair. How many, however, perhaps two dozen."

Two dozen? In all the time he'd been here and over the course of that many missions, BREW still needed to pull in more soldiers for its war. That was not reassuring in the least, and Tassadar didn't exactly sound boastful about it either. Maybe he felt the same way Zeratul did about it, or the number was too low for his tastes.

"You have been to a great many places on this world, then," he said, keeping the topic within safer boundaries.

"I have been to a few locations, yes," Tassadar said. Whether he noticed Zeratul's avoidance of more dangerous topics or not was uncertain, but if he had he was pleased with the change in direction. Yet he couldn't help as though he was letting his companion down by keeping his thoughts to himself. He had never felt the need to before arriving here, and yet he simply didn't want to be seen as a disappointment to the prelate.

Sighting the park up ahead, Tassadar suddenly came to a stop as he peered over at his companion. "There is much that we still need to discuss," he began while watching Zeratul's reaction closely. "But I believe it wise to do so when you deem it appropriate."

Considering that he was possibly going to have to witness the end of all life in their galaxy (again), Zeratul's expectations of some things, including himself, were still low. It still felt like a chore to drag himself around sometimes, but at least he was honestly curious about this place. Tassadar's troubles here certainly worried him, but he could hardly find it in him to be disappointed in any fashion.

"It is a mutual thing," Zeratul said, stopping to face the templar. "When it is time, we will speak of it."

The momentary pause at Zeratul's answer ended when he chuckled lightly in return. He supposed that the prelate had a point, and he too stopped when Zeratul did and turned to face his companion. There was nothing but trust in the other that they would, even despite how difficult the topics would be to hear. Selendis hadn't known much about Zeratul's future, but then again, it came as no surprise. He thirsted for that knowledge though, but it was a thirst that could wait.

"I am certain there is much that you need to discover before that moment," Tassadar answered in return. While he didn't say it, the templar knew that Kerrigan's presence in the city would eventually draw the prelate and the Ghost together. While he wanted to protect her, he knew that Zeratul would never go against his word either.

Zeratul's own curiosity was seated in what Tassadar had experienced here, and not back home. It was obvious he knew nothing of what happened to him after the defeat of the Overmind, and that was where most of Zeratul's questions came from. Oblivious that, Tassadar had no answers for him there, and all that was left was this war.

"Perhaps this peace will give use the time and the knowledge we need," he said. Doubtful, but he could still hope for some things. At the same time, the sooner conflict arrived, then the sooner they could fight to win, and then go home.

He was uncertain if this place could do such a thing, but research had never been one of his stronger sides. While he wasn't poor at it, the templar was far more comfortable on a battlefield. Although, perhaps it had been his experiences here that had lead him to forgo the path of knowledge as he kept to himself instead.

"Perhaps," Tassadar said in reply before he began heading to the park again. He knew that in order to return to Aiur sooner, he would need to locate himself a new Weapon, but the templar couldn't bring himself to do just that. Which left him unable to fight and feeling oddly lacking giving his position prior to his arrival here.

He let Tassadar walk ahead a few paces before following after him. The silence wouldn't bother him, and they could certainly both benefit from some time meditating. It just felt a bit aggravating that the things they couldn't talk about got in the way of things they could talk about. They'd taken long enough to get past those first barriers between their two factions, and it was like starting all over again.

Well, not entirely. They had plenty of common ground, and it was foolish to expect things to be like they were during those months. Sometimes it was easy to forget they were being hunted by the zerg, as the companionship he'd found had made it so very worthwhile. This was just going to take time, and he still had a few hundred years left in him yet.

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They ran naked together, Zeratul... naked ;D

oh la la~

One day they'll go on mission together 8D There should be a OT3 mission!

hell yes there should be

Maybe once the Watch stuff calms down we can convince Kerrigan out 8D

sounds like a date ;)

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