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Side 6 – Lalah Sune's House

The artificial light mimicking the sun bounced fractals of beams all over the lake's surface, reflecting in the ripples of the calm water weighed down by a force that resembled gravity. Lalah shot her green eyes over to the birds by the lake dipping their beaks into the water. She took note of how many drops fell as they raised their beaks to swallow. She loved how they caught the light. Although it was all, in a way, fake, it reminded her of the minute details that made the Earth so beautiful.

She sighed. She then pondered what really was artificial and what wasn't. Was the carbon dioxide she exhaled just as fake as the mix of oxygen and nitrogen she inhaled? Were the spices she grew in her garden just as real as those that grew in soil steeped in millennia of life and death? Was the Chai coming to a boil on her stove really Chai or was it something entirely new? She then heard a knock at her door.

“Lalah.” The voice beckoned. It was a deep voice that boomed with gentleness under all its weight. Lalah already knew who it was. She opened the door to see a man– no, a boy– clad in red, black, and gold. His soft blond hair peeked through from under the mask that laid under his helmet, obscuring his eyes. Lalah had only seen the color of his eyes once before, back on Earth.

“Char-Taisa” smiled Lalah. The man was, indeed, Char Aznable. The Principality of Zeon's Red Comet. Before the war, a man responsible for the deaths of thousands would have terrified her. Hell, a man who killed even just one other man would have been a cause for concern. But this was and still happened to be war. It was kill or be killed, and Lalah felt no reason to treat Char any differently from whoever never needed to leave the colonies.

“You don't have to call me by my rank, you know.” Said Char with veiled warmth.

“You earned that rank, Taisa. I'm simply recognizing your accomplishments. Please, come in.” Said Lalah warmly.

“I'm here to see a friend, Lalah, not brief you on a mission.” He said, stepping into her home in his pristine white boots.

“Well then, Char, can I get you a cup of Chai?” Said Lalah playfully. He nodded approvingly. She noticed the edge of his mouth turn into the start of a smirk, an air of happiness and ease exuded from his character, filling the air.

Lalah grabbed two teacups from her cupboard and placed them on the table. Char took a seat and adjusted the teacup’s position on the saucer in a way that would make it comfortable for him to hold. She looked at him with a sort of confused longing. She could see the warmth in his smile, but couldn't see if his eyes were telling her the same story. Before any words could be exchanged, the kettle of Chai sang, breaking the meaning-filled silence between them.

“Sounds like the Chai is ready, Tai– Char.”

Lalah walked over towards the stove and turned it off. She stepped towards the table with the kettle in hand, pouring Char a cupful.

“It smells lovely.” Said Char softly after inhaling the steam coming off the surface of his Chai. “Did you grow the spices yourself?”

“I did.” Smiled Lalah.

They sat in silence slowly wafting away the heat of the contents of their cups with their breaths. Char took a sip as soon as the steam began disappearing from his cup.

“It tastes as lovely as it smells, Lalah.” said Char in a low tone. Lalah could tell that he was speaking the truth.

“Thank you, Char.” she replied, looking down at the steam in her cup run circles around its rim.

‘Was this real Chai?’ she thought to herself. It looked and smelled exactly like Chai. She took a sip. It tasted exactly like Chai. She pondered once again on life in space and how everything seemed artificial, or rather how everything in her presence was akin to the Ship of Theseus. There was everything on Earth, but none of what surrounded her was Earthly.

“Lalah.” spoke Char, smashing through the barrier between them. “Do you remember the night we first met?”

“At the brothel?” replied Lalah, with a mix of hesitation and certainty in her words.

“Yes. In Mangaluru.” he replied back. Lalah looked up from her teacup and at Char, whose expression was unreadable. She tried to read him, but nothing was coming back for her to make neither an inference nor an educated guess.

Lalah stayed silent, awaiting the next part of his statement.

“Do you remember when we were in that room together? When we first touched, I felt as if a billion bells were all struck at the same time. I know you felt it too. The way you winced at the exact second I did revealed that to me.” He continued. “And when our lips touched, it was almost like the universe could have been torn apart without as much of a moment’s notice.”

“And why exactly did you bring this up again?” replied Lalah in a careful tone.

“Because Lalah, I want to feel that way again.” he said smiling, sure as ever.
Lalah looked back down at her cup of Chai, which had already cooled to the touch. The warmth of the Side could never really compete with the cold of space.

“It was different back then, Taisa.” she replied with a fading warmth, much like her tea. “I was a prostitute when you found me. Who you met and bedded that night was aeons different from the woman I am today.”

“I’m not saying I’d treat you like a prostitute,” replied Char, his smile completely faded. “Lalah, I want us to be something more than that.”

“I… I don’t know, Taisa.”

“I guess that’s it then.”

Char stood up from his seat, leaving half of the contents of his cup untouched.

“Goodbye, Lalah.” said Char coldly. “I’ll send some men to inform you once I have a new mission for you.”

The sound of his boots hitting the wooden floorboards seemed to echo louder than they should have. It was followed by the sound of a slamming door.

Earth – Kabas Estate, Mangaluru, India – 4 Months Ago

The stars littered the sky outside Lalah’s window. The depth of the night sky made her wonder about those colonies she’d only heard about in passing from her “lovers”. They always waxed poetic about the colonies gaining control of the Earth as something they called “manifest destiny”. Lalah didn’t quite understand what that really meant, but she knew it meant that maybe one of the stars she stared at when the sky was at its darkest was a colony.

She ate thrice a day when her matron would call her skinny and twice when her matron would call her fat. She’d sit in the room waiting for high-ranking Zeon officials or officers to open her door and spend the night with her. Some nights she could get away by just massaging them until they fell asleep, but this wasn’t always the case. Such was life at Kabas Estate, but at least she wasn’t starving on the streets.

One night, a man walked into her room. He locked the door behind him and noticed that the girl in the yellow dress he saw a picture of in the lobby staring out the window.

“Looking out at space, are you?” said the man.

“I am.” said Lalah, turning her head to look at him. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was wearing something she’d never seen any other Zeon officer wear before. He was covered in a crimson uniform, but was wearing a normal officer’s tunic. His white boots, belt, and gloves stuck out like a sore thumb. To top it all off, he was wearing a gleaming white helmet and a mask that obscured half of his face. She smiled at him. “You don’t look like you’re here to tell me all about the colonies like the others have.”

“I’m really not.” smiled the masked man. “Char Aznable.” he said, stretching his hand forward offering a handshake.

“Lalah Sune.” she said, softly grabbing his hand in reply.

The moment their hands touched, it felt as if time and space had folded in on itself. Every sound from every inch of earth and space seemed to sound off all at once without vibrating the air around them. They started seeing stars dance around them as if they’d become supermassive black holes and as if their bodies formed two different event horizons. They inched closer and closer until they were almost chest to chest. Neither of them knew what the other was seeing, but in that moment it was as if infinities started forming other infinities between them.

She ended up with one of her hands holding his, fingers intertwined, while her other hand was holding his cheek. Char’s other hand had found itself at her waist, grabbing it with a softness she had never felt in her life. She looked up at his face trying to meet his gaze, but she couldn’t see past his mask.

“Show me your eyes, Char.” she spoke ever so softly.

Char let go of her and began to remove his helmet, placing it aside on a table. He pulled the mask off his face, revealing his eyes to her. They were a piercing blue. Anything he looked at seemed like he could fire a beam right through it. Lalah looked deep into his eyes and saw how much sorrow and pain the mask hid from the world. The gaze her gave her sent a cold shiver down her spine, but she was determined to do whatever it took to make sense of the explosion of emotion between them.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” She spoke. “But they’re so cold.”

He looked away from her, knowing that his eyes contained almost two decades worth of suffering, death, and destruction. She pulled him by his chin, fixing his gaze right into hers.

“Let’s warm you up, Char.”

END OF PART 1.

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Side 6 – The Road towards the Space Port

The Colonies were almost always a perfect place to live. After the beginning of Zeon’s war for independence from the Federation, many Earthnoids began scrambling to find a place on their planet untainted by the war. Many of them began to turn to the stars, letting go of the pride they felt for their planet in exchange for the solace of the infinite, cold space. However, space really isn’t as cold and as infinite as an Earthnoid would expect it to be.

The Colonies functioned like self-contained Earths, albeit smaller, but with weather, animals, and whatever Earthnoids need to feel at “home”. Those who grew up in space, or the Spacenoids as they declared themselves, knew the Earth as a place where the whims of nature were, in fact, nature and not something controlled by the Colony in line with the needs of the people. The Earth was for the elite and the Earth also controlled what resources went where for those who lived in space, but, for the most part, living in space wasn’t at all that different from Earth. Some would say it would even be better.

Char found himself driving back to his Zanzibar at Side 6’s port, where it shared a hangar with the infamous Trojan Horse, known to the Federation as White Base. The home of the White Devil and its pilot, Char’s biggest adversary over the last few months. Due to Side 6’s declaration of neutrality, the Zanzibar and White Base had to stow their weapons away in fear of swaying the Colony’s allegiance to the other side.

Dust blew up from the tires of Char’s buggy as he traversed down the dirt path he founded months ago from visiting Lalah. He drove slowly, which wasn’t how he usually got back to his ship. For once, there was no enemy to intercept out in space, they weren’t even a hundred meters away if he was seated on the bridge of his ship. Engaging the enemy wasn’t what was really on his mind at that moment.

What really ruled Char’s thoughts at that moment was his encounter with Lalah no more than half an hour before. He felt a pang in his chest that he hadn’t felt since his mother died. Lalah could have been a mother to him if she had just let him be with her, but it seems like what Char had in his heart had not matched what she felt.

‘What did she want?’ Char thought to himself. ‘I gave her everything! Her freedom from that brothel and a comfortable home where the war could never reach her. I even gave her all the kindness I had left in my heart.’

He slammed on the brake to try and get his emotions back on track. He felt his eyes well up with a representation of months upon months of love clash with the pain of everything he lost before becoming the Red Comet, he suddenly felt his sleeves turn cold and wet.

It had begun to rain.

Side 6 – Space Port – White Base Bridge – Three Hours Earlier

“You don’t see this everyday.” said Kai Shiden, standing on the White Base’s bridge alongside many of the other refugees-turned-soldiers from Side 7.

“Who would guess we’d be docked in the same port as the enemy? This could only happen while in a neutral zone.” piped up Mirai Yashima, the White Base’s de facto helmswoman.

“It’s like a sitcom! Why don’t we invite the enemy over and throw a party or something, eh?” joked Kai.

The tension on the bridge was palpable as the White Base crew watched one of the ships of their sworn enemy enter final docking procedures. Each sound of metal scraping in the oxygenated dock filled them with a sense of unease.

“Should we enter battlestations, Sencho?” asked Marker Clan, one of White Base’s original crew members.

“No.” boomed a loud voice through the bridge, almost shaking the floor they stood on. The crew all turned to look at the man seated in the captain’s chair.

A man stood from the captain’s chair and walked towards them. It was Bright Noa, the young but outstanding leader of the White Base Corps.

“I can’t take this anymore!” shouted Hayato Kobayashi, one of the pilots of the RX-75 Guntank, storming off the bridge.

“Where are you going?” responded Bright.

“What do you mean where?!” Shouted Hayato, now stopped in his tracks. “Those guys who took out Ryu are right in front of us!”

The White Base Crew went silent, as if everyone had stopped even thinking of their current situation. Many were taken aback by Hayato’s statement. The person he mentioned, Ryu, was one of the original pilots of the Guntank. He had made a heroic sacrifice, saving their ship from total destruction after their participation in the battle against the Gouf, one of the Principality of Zeon’s more specialized Mobile Suits.

“Hayato, do you have any idea the consequences we could face? We cannot fight in Side 6.” spoke Bright, shedding the military man from his personality in an attempt to appeal to Hayato’s empathy.

“Yeah? So what?!” retorted Hayato, who was completely focused on avenging his friend.

The bridge was completely silent. Not only were they faced with a Zeon ship no further than a hundred meters, but they were also reminded of the sacrifice Ryu had to make in order for the rest of them to keep fighting.

“We’ll be departing very soon.” Boomed Bright. “No one is to leave the ship. That goes for all of you. There’s a lot to do here before we take off. To your stations now.”

A semblance of normalcy returned to the bridge. Hayato, whose station was the ship’s Mobile Suit Hangar, left the bridge.

Side 6 – The Road towards the Space Port

Char sat in his buggy on the side of the road, the rain pouring over his head filled his lap with recycled water from the Colony’s tanks. He looked up at the artificial sky, noticing how the rain fell in some sort of grid pattern, the way it always did growing up on Side 3.

“I wonder if Lalah ever noticed the rain falling in perfect shapes.” said Char out loud, the tears streaming down his face from under his mask were hidden by the droplets falling onto his face.

“I need to see her again.” he said as he kicked his buggy into gear, mud flinging all over the road. “Lalah, I will let you know once and for all how much you mean to me!”

Side 6 – Space Port – White Base Mobile Suit Hangar – Present

Hayato had been sitting around the hangar for almost an hour and a half, Bright Noa’s words ringing in his head. He scoffed, wondering why the Gundam’s pilot could get away with breaking protocol over and over again. He thought about Ryu, who he had defeated Zeonic forces alongside. Ryu, Kai, and himself had gotten in the rhythm of protecting White Base while the Gundam was busy destroying the high value targets that charged at the ship.

Filled with memories of his departed friend, his conviction to avenge him grew to a boiling point.

“Katz! Letz! Kikka!” called a voice in the Mobile Suit Hangar.

Three scrappy children came out accompanied by a spherical robot.

“Mr. Hayato!” the three children shouted.

“Keep it down, kids!” shushed Hayato. “I need you three to help me on a secret mission.”

“Secret mission! Secret mission!” the robot shouted in a high pitched tone.

Hayato led them into the Guntank’s lower cockpit, where the driver would normally sit. The children watched as he taught them how to crudely operate the Mobile Suit from which pedals were what and how to steer. He switched the Guntank’s controls to the automatic gear system, mainly used for parades and for loading and unloading transport ships.

“Now, kids, when I start the Guntank, all I need you to do is drive it forward until we reach the bottom of the ramp over there.” he pointed.

“Move forward! Move forward!” shouted the robot.

The children nodded in agreement with his instructions.

An alarm began blaring from the inside of the White Base’s Mobile Suit Hangar. Its door slowly began opening, pushing Side 6’s Space Port guards to sound their own alarms. The Zeon soldiers hanging around the port began to sprint back into the Zanzibar. The Federation soldiers in the hangar began scrambling towards the control panel for the catapult.

Hayato, seeing the White Base staff running towards him at the control panel, took a nearby wrench and destroyed every button on it, making sure to rip the wires out of the back as well. He ran towards and jumped into the Guntank as the soldiers chased after him.

The Guntank’s engines roared to life, belching smoke into the hangar. It pointed one of its arms towards the soldiers, who began running in the opposite direction as soon as they locked eyes with Hayato in the cockpit.

“Kids!” Hayato shouted into the Guntank’s intercom. “Now!”

The Guntank began barreling towards the opening, making contact with the hangar’s inner wall. The children’s screams could be heard through the intercom as the Mobile Suit carved its shoulder into the metal wall.

Hayato pointed the Guntank’s turret turned toward the direction of the Zeon ship as it barreled through the hangar, its treads catching and crushing the ends of the platforms that the Guncannon and Gundam rested on, almost toppling them.

“Almost there, kids!” Hayato shouted into the intercom.

“Almost there! Almost there!” screeched the robot over the screams of the children.

The Guntank’s treads touched down on the Space Port, marking the shattering of Side 6’s image of being a peaceful colony.

Hayato pulled the triggers under his control, firing the pair of cannons perched on the Guntank’s shoulders.

END OF PART 2.

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Side 6 – Lalah Sune’s House

Char approached Lalah’s door with a steady but nervous pace, taking into mind the next words that would come out of his mouth. He stood at the door like a statue pondering the results of the interaction that could either mend all of the pain or send him spiraling down a path of destruction. How could he make her understand the way he felt? How could he convince her that the night that they met was more than who she was in that moment? He was convinced deep down that Lalah felt the same way.

He knew that she felt their souls meet in a connection that only the two of them could understand. It was like two supernovas colliding, creating a clear path that swallowed any obstacles that could have stood in their way. He just knew she felt it too, and he was convinced that she knew exactly what he meant. She was just too afraid to admit it.

Char grabbed the doorknob, but the door was locked. He knocked loudly in a futile attempt to get her to open the door before the words escaped him.

The door creaked ajar, but what Char saw was not what he expected. A tall, bearded man in a robe answered the door. The figure’s eyes cut straight through Char’s mask, sending a cold shiver down his spine. Char took a step back as the door opened fully.

“Casval.” a coarse voice spoke.

“Father?” Char stuttered.

It was, in fact, his father– Zeon Zum Deikun– the namesake to the Principality Char had sworn fealty to.

“What is this moment of weakness? Have you forgotten all that I have taught you, Casval Rem Deikun?” Zeon spoke.

Char felt his breath tremble.

“Father, I haven’t–” he muttered before Zeon grabbed at his throat, lifting him up and choking him.

“Then tell me, my son.” spoke Zeon through gritted teeth, tightening his grip. “What is it that you remember?”

A ray of the colony’s artificial sunlight began to shine down on Char’s face. Everything had turned dark, but his eyes felt like they needed to be opened. His back was cold and damp, his whole body was wet, but his back felt almost underwater. He opened his eyes to see the artificial sky directly in front of him, something he couldn’t comprehend. Where exactly was he?

Side 6 – The Road to the Space Port

“-Up!” echoed a voice in Char’s head, almost in slow motion.

“Wake up!” the voice shouted again. Clearer this time.

Char's vision shook almost like an earthquake had occurred in the colony. He attempted to look at where the voice was coming from, but a surge of what felt like electricity jolted through his body followed by an amount of pain that rendered him immobile for the moment.

“What… happened…?” Char managed to groan through gritted teeth.

“Don't try to move, I need to assess if you've broken anything.”

Char felt a pair of hands run up and down his body, he screamed in pain when the hands alien to him crossed his right arm. He was turned over from his side until he was on his back, and he continued to be examined. After each thorough inspection, or at least as thorough it could have been, the person inspecting him began laying his limbs down properly until he was fully supine.

“I'm going to pull you to the side of the road on three.” The voice counted down and lifted him

Char felt a folded piece of cloth slide under his head, brushing against his wet, dirty blonde hair.

“Where’s… my helmet…?” groaned Char again.

“That’s not important right now. I need to get a splint on your arm. It’s broken. Or at least sprained.”

“You… you don’t know… the… difference?!” shouted Char through the pain surging throughout his entire body.

“My vision is all blurry from the crash. It’ll take me a bit to come to.” said the voice.

“Crash?” questioned Char.

“Wait here and don’t move.” said the voice, ignoring his question.
The voice stepped away from Char while he kept his focus on the sky. Muddy footsteps walked away from where he laid, followed by the sounds of snapping plastic, metal, and ripping cloth. The muddy footsteps sounded louder and louder again before being interrupted by the mysterious voice once more.

“Your buggy is totaled. You’re lucky to be alive. I’m gonna make a splint for your arm, I need you to stay calm.” spoke the voice in a feignedly stern tone.

Char felt his arm surge in pain as this good samaritan began to wrap his arm in cloth. Char pulled his arm back towards him in pain.

“Don’t move.” said the voice, pulling his arm back outstretched for another wrap.

Every few rounds around his arm, a piece of what felt like plastic made contact with his arm before being wrapped again. Char continued to groan and let out whimpers while his arm continued to be wrapped. The pain was almost unbearable without standard anesthetic aid that Zeon ships would stock in their medbays.

“We’re almost done here.” said the voice, setting Char’s arm back down. “We just need something elastic to secure it.”

Char’s vision caught a shadow of what seemed to be a hand going toward his face. As soon as the hand’s fingertips touched the area where his mask rested a little above his cheek, he slapped it, pushing it away from the apparatus that was previously concealing his tears.

“The mask stays on.” said Char with a clarity that trampled over the pain in his arm.

“Fine.” said the voice. Char heard something rip right in front of him? Was it his uniform getting caught in a branch? Before he could even find the answer out, the voice spoke again.

“Sit up so I can tie this around your arm.” the voice spoke.

Char felt his other arm being tugged, prompting him to gather some strength to sit up. His vision doubled, shifting the trees in the horizon side to side as if a storm’s winds were trying to uproot them. He closed his eyes trying to avoid the feeling of vomiting. In the darkness of his eyelids, he felt a length of cloth wrap around his injured arm.

“It stings,” said Char. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“I’m not a medical officer.” said the voice. “It’s done now though, so you won’t need to worry about me injuring you any further.”

As the feeling of the world spinning slowly started to subside, Char opened his eyes to finally see where this disembodied voice was coming from. Char looked straight at the ground, trying not to fall into yet another episode of his current possible concussion. He saw a pair of white shoes that had the cuffs of muddy jeans resting right on top of his laces. He moved his eyes up to see that the figure had no shirt on and was completely covered in sweat, his skin glistened in the artificial sunlight like stars in the cold of space. The figure’s head was turned away, giving Char a complete view of his brown, curly hair. Char realized that his savior had the body of a soldier, or at least someone who shared a soldier’s diet. He couldn’t have been from Side 6, where all its citizens gorged over the crops and animals they raised in the colony. Was this man from Side 7? Side 3? Somewhere the war was raging on and everyone had to start rationing food?

The figure was looking away from Char and towards the spaceport which flickered with the intensity of a campside bonfire.

“Looks like we’re stuck here.” said the sweaty, curly haired man, still looking away from Char. “I saw your uniform. You’re Zeon. I’m from the Federation, but I figured since both of our ships are probably torn to shreds, we might as well stick together until we figure out what the hell to do.”

Char looked to where the Feddie was looking, and he confirmed with his own two eyes that the space port was, in fact, a flaming inferno. He cerebrated for a moment, the thought of him killing his savior passed through his mind.

“Why should I believe that you didn’t have anything to do with this?” spoke Char. He didn’t quite know why he said it exactly that way, but he was trying to look for a reason not to kill a man who had just saved his life.

“Because you crashed your buggy into mine while I was driving back to base.” spoke the Feddie in a matter of fact tone. “I don’t know if I should be thanking you or if I should kill you because you robbed me of being able to die with my friends.”

They both sighed, looking at the fire grow larger and larger.

“I’m Amuro, by the way, if that matters.” spoke the Feddie, finally putting a name to the voice that had been the only person Char heard throughout this incident.

Amuro. The name sounded all too familiar, like it was scratching an itch in the back of his mind. He knew he had heard that name, but he didn’t know where from. It was almost as if he had coined the name himself and was shocked to hear it actually being used.

“I’m Char.” he said. Almost puzzled. Like the name ‘Amuro’ ringing in his head wiped the rest of his memory.

Amuro’s head shot back at him, finally revealing his face with a wide-eyed expression. Char noticed that Amuro’s eyes were a deep dark brown, but also noticed that there was a tinge of blue behind them as the artificial sunlight lit up his irises. He had never seen anything quite like that before, then again he had never looked his enemies in the eye.

When their eyes locked, they felt some force trying to pull and push them together all at once. It was as if two heavenly bodies began to collide, but hesitated at the last second. Flashes of deep, dark space and the Earth’s flora and fauna began to play in their heads simultaneously like a seizure-inducing slideshow. They both felt as if they were two storms meeting each other eye to eye, reaching a crescendo of destruction that tore up the land where they both stood.

Char felt his head throb in pain, like he’d forgotten to do his hook breathing exercises while piloting his Zaku at high speed. He leaned his head to the side and looked at the ground and began to vomit.

“Hi, Char.” said Amuro. “Let’s try to find somewhere dry.”

Side 6 – The Road away from the Space Port

Amuro had been able to start his buggy again despite it being damaged. Amuro had begun driving the opposite direction from the fireball that was the Side 6 space port.

“We should be heading to the port, you know.” said Char, cleaning off the mud from his helmet.

“You know it’s on fire, right? Secondly, we’re on Side 6.” said Amuro, still driving away from the port.

“Yes, we’re on Side 6, a neutral territory. We should be safe.” responded Char.

“Well, neither of us knows who fired the first shot at the port.” replied Amuro. “Either way, that’s not important anymore. The neutrality pact has been broken. They’ll probably imprison or kill us both.”

They continued to drive down in silence until the dirt road turned paved. The first few farms began to appear. Farmers and their families stood outside looking towards the fire and smoke in the sky, some still standing in fields of wheat. The two of them couldn’t help but rubberneck at each person who was standing outside.

“Looks like we’ve made quite a stir.” said Char, still staring at the people standing in fear.

“Yeah. This war has taken more from these people than we have from each other.” said Amuro, finally focusing his eyes back on the road.

The silence once again grew between them. They were now two deserters in the eyes of their respective governments. Hopefully, they weren’t about to be considered suspects of this war crime.

END OF PART 3.