The steady river of luminescent power, exploding into lightning whipped sun fire, rockets out of Wing Zero's beam cannon. The irregular beam slashes at the metal again, like a giant bird of prey talon, or a nova dragon. The shield, made of many layers of metal and bars, is very strong. I believe there might be some Gundanium in there, and it has been called impenetrable, the most protected place in the world.
Impossible to break? Zero and I think otherwise.
One final time, one more act of destruction, and it will all be over. Already, I can feel Zero dying around me. It will be the Gundam's final time one its wings, in the battlefield. Hopefully, Zero and I will follow the same path, in that sense, at least.
Just one more time, Wing Gundam Zero, once more.
In the space of a heartbeat, multitudes of pages in my book of life are flipped in my mind.
All have a single blood-soaked word written on them: Pain.
I remember, my training to become a so-called "Perfect Soldier". It was all I believed then, that I could make the war end, just by fighting. I hardly shudder, now, when I think of all the times I was kicked, beaten, battered, until the spirit inside me broke and I became an emotionless machine. I was taught not to regret, to feel sorry for those I killed. Even now, I still feel the blood of that little girl, so long ago… and I regret.
How wrong I was, to believe that one single person, no matter what training he has gone through, will survive in the war's path. He may have a hundred Gundams at his command, but he is still just one man, and he may be eliminated.
I think, as Zero shudders in mid-air but holds true. For now, at least. One soldier makes no difference. No matter what suffering one has gone through to change the course of the war. The war itself is not won by words or blood either. It is a combination of both. The soldiers, who sacrifice themselves so that we may live, and people like Relena Darlian… they make the slaughter end.But they cannot do what I am doing now.
I fend off the edge of darkness a little longer. I am saving the world. I am defending the future of everyone on this tortured Earth below, as well as those above.It is over. As a final arch of fire blasts from the shattered Wing Zero, the machine itself breaks into a hundred million pieces, and I do not regret what has been done.
Even as I teeter on the edge of a great, black chasm, I do not feel remorse, for it is finally, finally over, and I… don't…have…to…hurt…anyone…anymore. I fall into oblivion, grateful for life, grateful for the chance to learn how to live.
It is over, for the Perfect Soldier has been broken.