[ Duo didn't mean it as a low blow, but the quiet, vaguely frustrated grumble from Heero's throat as he stops in his tracks says he's going to take it that way. Duo thinks it's a waste of time to even let him try. Once again, he's right.
Heero retraces his steps back to the table where the opened deposit box and broken toy both sit, quickly scanning for a key, or a clue - anything. All he sees at the bottom of the empty box is a paper, as aged and worn as one might expect for an item seemingly kept "safe" for so long.
After wiping his clammy palms on his jeans, Heero gingerly picks up the note, reading from it in an even voice for Duo's benefit: ]
"Nothing is yours. It is to use. It is to share. If you will not share it, you cannot use it."
[ Then he frowns, almost childishly. He hates riddles. ]
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Heero retraces his steps back to the table where the opened deposit box and broken toy both sit, quickly scanning for a key, or a clue - anything. All he sees at the bottom of the empty box is a paper, as aged and worn as one might expect for an item seemingly kept "safe" for so long.
After wiping his clammy palms on his jeans, Heero gingerly picks up the note, reading from it in an even voice for Duo's benefit: ]
"Nothing is yours. It is to use. It is to share. If you will not share it, you cannot use it."
[ Then he frowns, almost childishly. He hates riddles. ]