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Section two: Healing and Moving On.


Mist

A soft sigh escaped her lips as the massive human shaped machine settled on the ground in a dense forest, where it would be well hidden. She found that she had had to push the lever on the ceiling of the cockpit forward in order to land, and as she climbed out of the small cockpit, wincing as her muscles and injuries retaliated the movement, she found that she was standing on the abdomen of the enormous vessel.

A wind whispered in the trees and she turned to see the sun peaking over the horizon, lighting the sky with the pastels of a new day. Slowly, she looked around at the jungle around her. It was thick, and would be hard to get through but she had to, one way or another. She had to… there was a road not far from here, she saw in the view screens, and a town a couple miles away. If she could just make it that far… for an instant she put pressure on her injured leg and cried out as she collapsed onto the hard metal surface. Getting to the road certainly wouldn’t be easy.

Slowly, taking as much weight off her injured limbs as possible, she crawled to the edge of the suit, and lowered herself onto the forearm. From there she slowly moved down the arm to the hand, where she slid off. Weather by coincidence or design she fell next to a large, sturdy looking branch that she could use as a crutch to get through the forest. Suppressing the urge to cry out, she took the branch into custody and slowly made her way to the forest in the general direction of the road.

The journey itself was relatively uneventful, save for a few falls and her hair being snagged by branches. Along the way, she was forced to shed her space suit, (it had served its purpose) and continue on in the blouse and skirt she was wearing underneath, as the space suit weighed her down immensely. After what seemed an eternity, she finally came upon the blessed road, where she collapsed from exhaustion. Her blood trailed back in small dots back to the forest, and she had lost a lot of it on her long trip through the dense wood.

She lay there, hovering on the verge of unconsciousness for hours, fighting for her life, blood steadily streaming from her wounds in her shoulder, thigh, and the back of her head to pool around her, soaking her once pastel clothes. It was dusk when a car finally came down the road, screeching to a halt at the sight of the mortally wounded girl. The space child was vaguely aware of a door slamming and the rustle of footsteps, of pressure on her neck, of a blurry figure hovering over her and a soothing, honey sweet voice telling her that everything would be ok, before everything went dark.



“Who do you think she is?” the young feminine voice pierced the darkness to her hazed mind. The girl born of space winced at the sound, as it sounded crashing loud to her sensitive ears, but didn’t awaken.

“I have no Idea.” This was an older, masculine voice.

“What will you do with her?” that one, vaguely familiar. Soothing, rich, like fresh honey.

“She will be sent to an orphanage when she is well. There isn’t much else we can do for her.”

“No. I will take her in. I grew up in an orphanage, and I wont send her to one.”

“Are you sure, Miss. We don’t know anything about her.”

“Yes, I’m sure…” that was the last thing she heard before all went dark again.



Watermark

Darkness. Calming, soothing darkness. She dove down into it. Deeper. Ever deeper. To a casual observer, she was deeply asleep, but to a more intent observer, they would see that her heart was just beating fast enough to keep her alive and that her breath was almost nonexistent, as she continued to dive ever deeper into the warm, welcoming darkness.

Then, she felt the butterfly kiss of a zephyr upon her skin and she opened her eyes to find that she was in a moonlit garden, blanketed in a thick mist. The air was perfumed with the sent of roses and lilacs. The grass was rich and full beneath her feet and the silk gown she was wearing flowed in the breeze. Her hair brushed against her back as she moved and drank in the scenery before her.

“You are happy. I’m glad.” Came a rich, soothing voice from behind that could be classified as neither male nor female. If anything it was both male and female.

She whirled around to see a glowing figure in the distance that had no distinct shape and again could not be classified as male or female. She watched as the… entity, as it had no distinct body, approached and felt as if she were seeing a long lost best friend again, or waiting for a loving parent to come to you. She felt safe with this entity near; safe, protected and secure.

“Who are you?”

It smiled affectionately, amused. “You mortals are always so full of questions.” It said kindly, and the girl felt tears come to her eyes at the pure, unconditional, ageless love emanating from this being of light. “I am a friend, a guide. I have been sent to guide you to your destiny.”

“My destiny?”

“Yes… it’s too soon for you to understand. You must discover it on your own, but I am here to help you, as I have helped you before.”

“You… you were the voice I heard when I was in space, weren’t you.”

Its smile broadened. “You are quick. Good. Yes, I was the voice you heard. Now listen to me…” it came to a stop right in front of her and lightly laid its hands on her shoulders. At that point of contact, she could feel a warm light fill her, saturating her very soul, giving her strength. It stood there and let her melt before it for a moment before squeezing her shoulders, commanding her attention, which she willingly gave, “In the road ahead there will be many trials, many obstacles, but as long as you believe in yourself, as long as you don’t give up, as long as you don’t lose hope, I will always be there to guide you when you need me, but… “ It raised a finger in warning, “ You must rely on yourself first, and do your very best, before you rely on me to help you out, understand.” She nodded, only slightly understanding what he was talking about. What would happen that would cause her to lose hope?

“I don’t know, young one. I don’t know exactly what will happen in the future, but I have a very rough I idea.” It removed their hands from her and began to walk back. “Remember, don’t ever give up, don’t ever lose hope, and things will eventually work out…” the voice slowly faded and then disappeared as the entity did. Soon the mist in the garden began to clear, taking the garden with it leaving only black.



Interlude III

A soft, almost inaudible moan was heard from the flaxen haired girl lying on the hospital bed, roused from her slumber by the soft metallic clanking near her. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she was greeted by a blank, sterile ceiling. Slowly, so as not to agitate her wounded neck, she turned her head in the direction of the clanging and saw an elderly woman sitting on a bench in the room, knitting something.

She had a very kind face, and hummed softly while she worked. She wore her white hair back in a loose bun, and had on a nice house dress and slippers. For a moment, the girl just listened quietly to her voice, her honey sweet voice before letting the woman know that she was awake.

“Who are you?” she asked quietly.

The woman looked up, mildly surprised, before smiling a smile of pure, gentle sunshine. “You’re awake.” She groaned slightly as she set aside her knitting and stood up. “How do you feel, child?”

“A little tired, and I hurt. Where am I?”

“In the hospital. I found you lying on the side of the road. You were almost dead. What on earth were you doing way out there child? Never mind. Poor thing, you probably don’t need to think about that right now. I’m Edna Clemet.” She said, settling down on a chair by the bed. “What is your name child?” she asked, smiling gently.

“I…” the girl frowned and thought for a moment. As the moments ticked by her expression became more and more desperate before she finally looked at the woman, silently pleading with her for help. “I don’t know.”

Edna also frowned slightly at this development before replacing her smile, “Do you remember anything?” the girl shook her head and Edna sighed slightly.

Just then the door opened and a doctor type came in, found his patient awake, and started asking her standard questions, effectively exhausting her so that when the doctor left to do his rounds she gladly fell back asleep.



Nostalgia

Slowly, the capitol of the Sank Kingdom was coming back to life. The streets slowly filled with people again, moving on with their lives, going about their business. One solitary figure roamed around in the growing crowded streets, head down, bangs shielding his eyes from the inquiring, curious glances of those who walked around him. Some of them recognized the teen as one of the Gundam Pilots, one of the people who led the parade through the streets to the memorial site of their beloved princess, and left him to his thoughts. Others, who didn’t recognize him asked him if he was alright, some were persistent enough that they almost got a knuckle sandwich courtesy of Heero Yuy. Almost. Instead those who couldn’t take a hint got a generous dose of the Yuy death glare with a razor edge of ice.

Heero soon found himself almost suffocating in the increasing number of people who roamed the streets and quickly became desperate for solitude. The pent house was full of sadness, as Quatre’s violin filled the air, often accented by Trowa’s flute. It had been a week since the funeral service and Wufei was packing his stuff, getting ready to leave after their meeting today with King Miliardo Peacecraft, who had dutifully taken up the role with Noin by his side, now that Relena wasn’t around any more.

Duo had also fled the pent house this morning, as all the bereavement inside opened old wounds. They had met at the door and he said something about visiting Hilde. Not for the first time that morning, he felt that it was unfair that everyone else had someone to lean on except him. Duo had Hilde, Zech and Noin had each other, Quatre had Trowa… Wufei said he could come talk to him if he wanted, but opening up like the Chinese boy was talking about just wasn’t in his nature. He still didn’t understand why it hurt so much. He wasn’t supposed to have emotions, yet here he was, fighting back the tears the came whenever he thought about her.

A cool wind blew past and he drew his black leather jacket closer to him and pushed his hands in his jean pockets. Then there was another problem to face, once he got past this… He decided he hated his training, because that had forced him to face the future, beyond this gnawing pain in his chest. He hated his training, and he hated his trainer, Dr. J, who had taken so much from him. Where was the madman anyway? Doesn’t matter. So long as he wasn’t a part of his life it didn’t matter what the man did.

The problem beyond getting past his pain, was getting past the war. They had achieved peace. The war was over. Now what would he do? War had been the center of his universe, but that center had been destroyed. His options were to find a new center, or become a war crazed person like Dr. J. He shuddered at that thought. He would never be like Dr. J. Never.

So his only option was to learn to live as a civilian. ‘but how am I going to do that?’

“How are you going to do what, Yuy.” Came a soft voice from beside him. His head jerked up to see Dorothy walking beside him, looking at the ground, eyes sad. Had he really been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed her? Had he really said that out loud? “Hmm.” She pressed gently, and looked at the pilot with her frosty cerulean eyes.

He turned back to the ground, “I was wondering how I’m going to get past the war and live as a civilian. Wondering how I’m going to get over Relena’s sacrifice.” He mumbled, figuring she would likely understand more than maybe even Wufei.

“Same way I will. Same way we all will, my friend. One painful day at a time.” For a time the two just walked in silence, neither saying a word. Neither needing to. Each knew the other was hurting for the death of the princess, and each lent the other their support.

“It’s not your fault, Heero.”

“Huh?” Heero looked at her in a questioning glance.

“It’s not your fault she’s gone. She knew full well what she was doing when she sacrificed herself. I would expect nothing less from her. She… Despite what you might think, her life wasn’t full of roses Heero. Relena lived as hard a life as any of us, especially once she became Princess Peacecraft. I wish you had come to the Sank Kingdom sooner. You would have seen the enormous amount of pressure she was under. I respect her a lot for not showing any signs of strain, especially after I added my load to her burden. I know a lot of politicians, or knew anyway, and I am positive that they would have buckled under her load.

“What’s more, her load would only have gotten worse over the years. I guarantee you that, while yours and the other pilots would have become almost none existent. It’s very possible that if she had lived she would be attempting suicide in a few years, unable to bear the pressure of maintaining peace, which, again, would have been far harder than gaining peace. On top of all that, she’s only our age, and would have had to have given up her youth, and dedicated the prime of her life to servicing the every whim of the other politicians. She was well aware of that by the time Roamafeller decided to destroy the sank kingdom. At least this way, she got to die honorably, saving millions of lives and achieving peace all in one gesture rather than live a life not worth living, If I may have an opinion.”

“Then she was a coward.”

Dorothy sighed, “Heero, tell me something.” He looked at her. “Would you be able to tolerate a life where you had no time at all to yourself. Could you live a life where your every waking moment would be dedicated to attending to the whims of arrogant, self-righteous politicians. Could you live a life where more often than not you were improvising long speeches that all say the same thing, except a different way each time, to hold the urge to rearm countries at bay. Could you live a life where you had no real authority of your own, where you were either trying your hardest to stay awake in a long meeting that had absolutely nothing to do with you or chained to your desk doing paper work until you’re too tired to see. Could you live a life where you had almost no free will of your own what so ever, where somebody is watching your every move, where there is no such thing as privacy. I know I couldn’t.”

He seemed to ponder that for a moment before he finally pursed his lips and shook his head. “When you say it like that, it sounds worse than the prospect of being a Gundam pilot all my life.”

“It is Heero. It is.” For a time neither of them said anything as they just walked with no particular destination in mind. During this time Heero thought about what Dorothy had said and strangely, the burden of his guilt suddenly didn’t weigh much at all. It still hurt, her being gone, but he found much consolation in that fact. Even more so at the thought of Zechs taking on that fate, which was rightfully his from the beginning, him being the elder sibling of the two.

He was vaguely aware that they were in the park now as a chuckle rose in his throat, which he gladly released, turning it into one of his maniacal laughs he gave whenever he was destroying something, only with the vaguest hint of joy to it. Dorothy gave him a funny look, but it didn’t take long for her to get the joke as well, and she joined him in laughing at the twisted humor of it. The two of them sounded like mad hyenas.

“Serves him right, the bastard.” Heero said, as his laughter died.

“Hmm.” Dorothy looked up and saw the fenced off aria that was Relena’s memorial grounds. Heero saw it to and without a word, the two approached the statue of their friend, Heero snapping a rose off a bush they passed, not wanting to enter those grounds without some kind of offering.


A nameless nurse sighed as she left the room, in which a girl slept peacefully, recovering from injuries received in the war, and in which a black clad boy with a heavy aura draped from him like a cloak waited solemnly. Duo sighed, watching his breath cloud the glass for a moment before turning to his friend laying on the hospital bed, slowly but surely recovering from her injuries she got in that damn, foolhardy mission to help them. He was just glad that Hilde wasn’t the one to stop Miliardo.

He shook his head violently, banishing that train of thought, turning back to the window, leaning his forehead against his arm, poised on the glass at eyelevel. How could he even think such a thing. He, himself, was one of the people Relena died to save. And poor Heero… who would have thought anyone could get under the Perfect Soldier’s skin, and so thoroughly. Lord knew he had tried his damndest to win the boy’s trust, possibly friendship. He sighed again. This whole situation just stank. Heh, that was an understatement. It reeked so bad he sought the sanctuary of the hospital to escape it. The hospital. The place with the worst smelling air in the world, the place that stank of medicine 24 to 7.

A mirthless laugh escaped his through at the humorless irony of the situation. He was supposed to fight so others wouldn’t have to. He would get hurt so people like Relena an Hilde would more or less be untouched. So what do those people do in return, they throw themselves right into the heat of the crossfire and get themselves killed. He had told Hilde almost point blank that he didn’t want her fighting in this war, but did she listen. No. ‘Sometimes I wonder why I care so much; about Heero, about Quatre, about Relena, about Hilde, about the colonies, about the whole damn world.’ He sighed again and pushed himself away from the window to sit in the uncomfortable chairs the hospital provided.

Quietly, he scooted the chair up to Hilde’s bed and just watched her for a time. Watched the way her chest slowly rose and fell with her breath, listened to the beeping of the heart monitor. Slowly, he leaned forward and rested his chin on his folded arms on the side of her bed, gazing up at her calm face. Why had she done that anyway? Yes it was convenient having that information on Libra, but at the same time, they didn’t really need it. Oil for the gears. That’s all the information really was. They could have gotten along just fine without it, could have done the same job they already had done without it. It just made it a bit easier, and because of that information, she is here in a hospital, just barely out of the woods of fighting for her life. It didn’t make sense. Did she really think that they needed that information that much? Same thing with Relena’s sacrifice for that matter. It wasn’t necessary. They could have gotten along without it. They could have stopped Miliardo themselves without her being hurt.

He idly rubbed his temple. He was getting a headache just thinking about the nonsensical thinking of the two girls and just shrugged it off as ‘Women.’

Slowly, he felt a yawn rise in his throat and his eyes grow tired. These last few weeks have been very tiring. First the war. Then the last battle. Now dealing with Relena’s death and the feelings of his comrades. He hadn’t had a decent nights sleep in weeks. Slowly, his eyes fell shut and he slipped into a deep slumber. The last thing he heard was the consistent beeping of the monitor.


The scratch of pen against paper, accented by the occasional sigh, was the only sound in the office of the Late Princess Peacecraft, now the office of King Miliardo Peacecraft. Coronation was a couple days ago, and since then he had been swamped with paperwork, evidence of which was the mountains of papers on his desk for him to go through. He had finally decided to let the rest of the world deal with things in their own way for now, until he had gotten the Sank Kingdom back on it’s feet again. As the hours ticked by, with him scanning this paper or that paper, he slowly gained a new respect for his sister. She had only been sixteen when she had taken this job on, and look what she had accomplished. He only hoped he could be half as successful as his little sister.

A knock at the door, the click as the handle was turned, and the door swerved to reveal Noin carrying another stack of papers. “These are from the northern district.” She said, placing them on the desk on top of another mountain.

“Just how much more am I going to have to go through.” Noin smiled at his complaint.

“This is what happens when things are left unattended. And you’re just getting the gist of the load now.”

“You’re kidding.” She indicated otherwise.

“How exactly did Relena do this?” he made an exaggerated gestured at the mountain range that was his desk. He couldn’t even see his computer monitor.

“She sacrificed everything and dedicated her life to the Sank Kingdom and peace.” There was an edge in her voice that didn’t go unnoticed by the New King.

“You don’t think I can do that.”

“Honestly.” Her voice was gentle, but firm, as she looked back at the way Relena handled things, “No. I don’t. Your too used to your freedom to willingly chain yourself to this desk all day, go to bed when you can’t read anymore, get up early, and chain yourself to this desk again in the morning.”

“And Relena could.”

“She could, and she did, and she did more than that. She went above the call of duty, sacrificing everything to do her job. Everything. Family, friends, Free time, Privacy, everything. I don’t think you can do that. I think that if you tried you would be bald long before your time.” Miliardo was relived to note the teasing edge in her soft, but firm voice.

“I’m not my sister, Noin. Nor am I my Father.”

“I know that. Most people in the Sank Kingdom know that. The world, well, that’s another story, but the people you will be spending the most time with know that you will rule in you own way.”

“Hmm.” He nodded, looked at and through the piles of papers on his desk. A silence fell over the two as they remembered the princess.



Please

Wufei sighed as he let his last bag drop to the floor of the rather lavish pent house and looked around, listened to the not-so-sad notes coming Quatre’s and Trowa’s room. They really enjoyed playing together. For a brief moment he closed his eyes and let the nostalgic notes wash over him before he approached the door and knocked firmly three times. The music stopped and there was a rustling sound from inside. Trowa opened the oak wood door to gaze at his comrade.

“Yes.”

“I think we should get going. Zechs will be expecting us soon.”

“Ok Wufei. We’ll be out in a minute.” The Chinese pilot nodded and wet to get his white silk coat. He had just finished buttoning it when the two musicians emerged from the semi-dark room. Trowa looked none the worse for wear but Quatre’s face was red and tear streaked, though his eyes were dry. The small Arabian’s hair was slightly disheveled and he looked like he was in need of a full, decent nights sleep, but Wufei kept his concerns to himself. Quatre noticed his friend eyeing him and offered a weak smile, which Wufei returned, trying to offer comfort and strength the boy. He was relieved to see the boy’s smile brighten slightly before he turned and started to the door.

Quatre sighed and accepted his coat from Trowa, who already had his on and they followed the Chinese pilot.


“I guess I’ll see you around Heero,” Dorothy said and waved to the boy before starting off on her own. Heero grunted and looked up at the Peacecraft capitol building. Dorothy had decided to walk him to the gate, which he didn’t particularly mind; he was glad for the company actually. A breeze played with his unruly hair and he closed his eyes, hardening his face into the cold, impassive mask he always wore before lifting his head high and strode to the doors of the Peacecraft home, determined not to let his feelings toward this place affect him.

From above, Zechs watched the approach of the Perfect soldier, and wondered how the boy could be so cold. His eyes, they were hard as ice, and he suddenly had a flash of a boy no more that fifteen years old emerging from the cockpit of a Gundam before the massive machine blew up. Despite all his best efforts he had never been able to erase that image from his mind, and wondered what the boy had been through to reach the state of body and mind he had now.



The old oak tree

“Excuse me Mr. Miliardo.” Came an elderly voice from the door of the conference room. Heero looked up and immediately identified the man and Pagan, one of Relena’s loyal servants.

“Yes. What is it?”

“The other pilots are here. Shall I show them in?”

“Please do.”

From under the cover of his low bangs, Heero looked over the other people in the conference room. Zechs and Noin sat at one end of the table while Lady Une stood gazing out the window, arms crossed over her chest. Dorothy could easily have come in and joined the meeting, but she had mentioned that she preferred to just keep her nose out of the political circle, and let the world do what it wants to itself. Turning his attention to the door he observed his comrades entering the room and glancing around.

Slowly, he pushed himself up from his position against the wall and moved to take a seat. Followed by the others. He noted Duo’s slightly disheveled look and determined that he had probably run most of the way here, as he was somewhat out of breath.

“Thank you all for coming. I realize that you all are ready to get going on other things so we’ll keep this short.” All persons in the room took their seats and gave the new king the complete attention.

“The main matter I want to discuss here is what will become of the Gundams, the mobile suits, now. Many citizens are still afraid of us.” Zech began, taking the seat at the head of the table. Wufei raised an eyebrow at ‘us’, but said nothing. “I’m pretty sure it is safe to assume that everyone in this room is interested in carrying out the dream of Relena Peacecraft, total pacifism. Am I wrong.” The room stayed quiet, “Well then, I will be doing everything I can to get the nations of the world to disarm themselves, and I think we need to decide what is to be done with all the Gundam suits. Any opinions?”

“You’re implying that you think we should destroy the Gundams, right?” Quatre inquired.

“Yes, I am.” He said bluntly.

“Now wait at minute. Who the hell do you think you are to tell us what we should do with our Gundams?! It shouldn’t be any of your business what we do with them so long as we don’t go on a rampage.” Duo all but shouted. Actually, it looked like it was taking all his will power to keep from strangling the man at such a suggestion.

“Duo, we need to be reasonable about this.” Quatre said, trying to sooth his friends frayed nerves. “The citizens as well as many governments still fear us and as long as the Gundams still exist then the governments will consider them to be a threat and would want to rearm themselves.”

“Precisely.” All eyes turned to Zechs again. “Now, I’m not saying that we should get rid of the Gundams right away. They may come in handy in the months ahead with dealing with anyone who might want to pick up where Oz and the White Fang left off. We have to consider all possibilities here.

“But sooner or later the Gundams will have to be destroyed, it’s only a matter of time. What I want to know is how should we decide when that time is right. I think all of us, in one way or another have become attached to our respective machines, so I don’t think we can trust us to individually destroy our Gundams. It’s going to have to be a group decision. How are we going to decide when the time has come for the Gundams to go.”

“We could just lock them away somewhere.” Duo said, a slight tint of desperation in his voice.

“What if someone breaks in and steals them when no one is looking.” Trowa answered, “The they would be an even bigger threat once they get people who can pilot them.” Duo opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he hung his head in defeat. He knew he was being selfish but he also knew, despite popular opinion, when to let things drop.

“The decision also shouldn’t be made on a whim.” Wufei also pointed out.

“How about we have another meeting when we think the time may be right to do it?” Quatre offered. “That would eliminate the whim problem. And as to the time, well… how about if two or more of us think that it’s time to do it, that’s when we call the meeting, and at the meeting it has to unanimous or we don’t do it, unless the disagreeing party is doing it out of emotion and doesn’t have a legitimate reason to keep the Gundams around. Agreed.”

The room was silent for a time but slowly, heads began to nod, even Heero and they all agreed to the terms of the next meeting. Satisfied with the decision made, Zechs informed them that whatever fate awaited the Gundams, Epyon would share it, and excused them. Some went through the motions of proper goodbyes, while others, like Heero, just decided to head for the door.
Silence
“Just a minute Heero, I have something I want to ask you.” Heero identified the voice as Lady Une and waited for her to finish speaking with Noin.

“What is it, Une.”

“Over here.” She gestured for him to enter a room off the corridor. Once she had secured the door and they were safely inside she turned to continue. Heero gave no indication of his curiosity at this gesture.

“Tell me, where is Wing Gundam, and will it share the fate of the other Gundams, or will you just keep it someplace safe. I won’t tell the others but that’s something I may need to take into consideration later on.”

Heero considered her for a moment, a peculiar expression on his face. “Wing Gundam was destroyed at Luxemburg before the Sank Kingdom was attacked.” His tone informed her that she should know that.

“That’s what I’ve been told but Treize had some people go there to retrieve the remains of the suit and there was no trace of it anywhere. I won’t tell anyone you have it hidden away Heero but I need to know for sure if a Gundam is going to continue to exist after the others are destroyed.”

“Treize Kushrenada was at Luxemburg when Wing was destroyed. I don’t have it, Lady.”

“Heero,” Her tone was part pleading, part admonishing.

“I don’t have it Lady Une. Luxemburg was the last time I saw Wing Gundam. I Swear.” His tone was hard but not deceptive.

“If you don’t have it, then do you think someone else could. Treize had his men go over that base with a fine tooth comb. There were no traces of wing Gundam anywhere, moreover, there were signs that someone had been there before Oz.”
Cursum Perficio
“Even if someone else does have Wing, it was badly damaged by the mobile dolls, and is completely useless to them, both because of the damage and because of the fact that all the people that are capable of piloting Wing were in that room… Unless…” a frown creased as brow as he thought of something.

“Unless what?”

“Unless a new enemy got a hold of it, in which case it’s likely to be fully operational by now.” Their eyes met in a realizing glance.

“Luxemburg was attacked a month to a month and a half before the end of the war…” Without another word exchanged, they both agreed to keep watch out for a new enemy, but not to tell the others the theory until something substantial comes up.



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