It's never over. Demons never die. And the innocent always suffer.
"Do you know why they called you "Kira"? Do you want to know?"
"Don't listen to him, kid! His words are poison!"
"Kira. It means sun or light in spoken language, but that is just the sweet disguise to what you really are. Kira, spoken, is a completely different word. Do you know where your name was derived from, Kira Yamato?"
"Kira, snap out of it!"
"You are the ultimate coordinator! The ultimate man man-made assassinating machine! KIRA YAMATO, YOU ARE A KILLER! Now do you know where your name came from, killer?"
He fell. And kept falling. And endless black pit of nothingness kept swallowing him. With no hint of stopping his fall.
Wake up… It's just a bad dream. Wake up, Kira.
KILLER!
Kira?
KILLER!
He gasped as his eyes snapped open and he looked around him, feeling the sweat around him bead on his skin and the unpleasant warmth he was feeling everywhere, swallowing him.
"Shh, it's ok… Wake up. It's just a dream."
His eyes relaxed and teared up at the sudden comfort at the familiar touch. The sweet face with bright green eyes and fair dark hair that he loved was sitting next to him, leaning down, cupping his face. Concerned or angry? Kira's thoughts couldn't tell the difference in the dark
"It's ok. It was just a dream."
"Ath…run."
Athrun smiled and nodded. "Kira."
KILLER!
He screamed.