"From time to time, as the acts of war continue, I find that I must take periods in which I must vanish in the phase of history to reevaluate the changes that have occurred in and throughout its every phase.

"Though I know I am less than deserving of the regard I am given, my own will to fight is not as important as the symbolism to fight in itself. Though at times it may seem as if it is a lost cause, as long as hope is strong within the heart of a soldier, along with the will to live to see the next coming battle, the side that fights for unyielding control; not for the sake of the people, but for their own selves; will inevitably falter.

"People live in fear of being controlled in endless battle, thus it is natural that they yearn to extingiush the light of war.

"Though in times of peace, in its own light, the darkness of greed and persecution will always be somewhere within the same heart that is equally capable of the compassion and understanding necessary to peace.

"Yet, fear is the weakness of the common person. If the common person fears for their life, it is possible that all compassion may be automatically forfeit, and a peaceful existence reduced to ruination. A soldier lives in knowing that he may die on that day; death is an inevitability in the battlefield. Regardless, they live on accepting their fate, come what may. And that recklessness - living without fear of dying - is a danger to peace inasmuch as fear of dying. There are many such as myself that live for the moment of truth; would it be yourself or your opponent who lives to see the light of the morning sun the next day? Will it be in peace, or yet another battle?

"In situations such as these, it is not always the larger opposing force who has the upper hand, but the strength and willingness that drives them forward into battle. To sacrifice everything to attain their goals. Men who fight and are willing to die for a righteous cause are the true heroes. Their names shall be etched into the pages of history as they are embedded forever in my mind. Their sacrifices, hopes, and beliefs will be the true saints when earth and space truly reach their own defining peace, fearless at last."

As Treize hummed, lost in his thoughts - and just short of the rise of a new tangent - Lady Une interupted with snort and a roll her eyes.

"Oh, fer cryin' out loud, Treize. Can't you just shut up and put your dick in me already? GOD!" And emphasized her ire by throwing her hands up in a moment of defeat. Wriggling herself out from underneath Treize, she hoisted herself off the bed and quickly gathered her clothing from the floor before stompting away in a huff.

Before leaving, she paused, "And I used to think those speeches of yours were so cute!" And at that, she over-dramatically slammed the door behind her, walls trembling in her wake and earning a wince from the motor-mouthed OZ general.

Treize rolled over onto his back and reached for a glass of wine that sat atop the bedside table, put aside but never quite forgetten. Its fine taste reminded him of the fine taste of battle, both colored a pure crimson that worked horror on his nice white gloves.

Battle... it was all he longed for.

"Milliardo, you're the only one who truly understands me," he whispered to himself, achingly, tragically... nakedly.

"As I continue on to achieve my goal, to bring about a war so terrifying in its destructive power that it will be forever etched into the hearts of the people, so terrible they shall long to never see the fires of conflict again, I also long for a far more personal battle. Should I emerge victorious, it will be one that shall be eternally desired."

He sipped elegantly.

"A perfect war that'll have me shooting over, and over... and over again."

FIN.

[[ AN: I'll shamelessly admit, this was written mostly for the sake of using its title. XD ]]