~Disclaimer~ All characters and such original to Gundam Wing belong to Sunrise, Bandai, etc., etc., etc.... and not me... *wipes tears* All the rest belongs to me...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just a little run about something I think that Trowa might say to someone who asks him about his past and sees that he desires to protect… not just kill. There is a part in there where he is referring to Oz.
ABOUT TROWA
Who am I? You ask me as if you don't know. Do you not think that _I_ know? I know who I am.
You look at me with prejudiced eyes, asking me what it is I hide. What concern of it is yours?
I have endured things that no human being should ever have to even see. You ask me questions that you think you want answered and when I tell you…. It causes you to shutter. Suddenly you don't want the answer.
And you wonder why I don't talk of my distant past. A past that has carved out my future. You weren't there that cold day in my life when my trust in others was shattered. You weren't there when pain filled my stomach, tempting me to vomit out it's contents… when the pain throbbed from the one who chose _me_ to take his anger out on. When he chose _me_ to deliver his message to the world.
You weren't there when the grip of death lashed out at innocent people from my own hands. But they _weren't_ innocent at all. They were hurting people; destroying lives with their need to rule. That need was not what needed to be. _Peace_ needed to be… and there _was_ no peace.
I fought to protect. I fought for the pursuit of peace and happiness. I had to protect those who had no one to protect them… show them that someone cared. Nobody cared for me… I needed a peace that would never be found. But someone else will find it because of what happened to me.
Who am I? You should ask me such things. Who are _You_ to ask me? Who are _You_ to look at me the way you do? You don't even see a man… you see a… lost soul. You see the eyes of a concealed weapon- hoping you are right about me. Hoping that I will prove you right by lashing back. But what right would _I_ have to sink to that level? You are wrong about me. You ask me but you only want what _you_ want.
I am content, now, with my chosen road. _I_ chose this path after what happened. I wanted to feel that they felt safe. That those small ones knew that I was there for _them_. Who are you to try and knock me from their sight?
You are _No One_.
This was never about me at all… this "who are you". It was about _you_ wanting me to be something that you created. I love, I laugh, I bleed and cry… I have pain that you will never know! I have a heart that was shattered by death to no ends. I was destroyed but that didn't mean that they had to be too.
*To protect was all I ever wanted- protect those who needed protecting because there was no one to protect them.~
You ask me who I am… do not concern your racist heart… I am not _your_ concern. Only the hearts that seek me out do I have to answer to. That's who I am… I chose to protect.
Who are you?
*~= This is a quote from one of the chapters of my epic saga, which I have now entitled: Wing Moves On. In this quote, Trowa is explaining to Catherine about his involvement in war.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just a little run about something I think that Trowa might say to someone who asks him about his past and sees that he desires to protect… not just kill. There is a part in there where he is referring to Oz.
ABOUT TROWA
Who am I? You ask me as if you don't know. Do you not think that _I_ know? I know who I am.
You look at me with prejudiced eyes, asking me what it is I hide. What concern of it is yours?
I have endured things that no human being should ever have to even see. You ask me questions that you think you want answered and when I tell you…. It causes you to shutter. Suddenly you don't want the answer.
And you wonder why I don't talk of my distant past. A past that has carved out my future. You weren't there that cold day in my life when my trust in others was shattered. You weren't there when pain filled my stomach, tempting me to vomit out it's contents… when the pain throbbed from the one who chose _me_ to take his anger out on. When he chose _me_ to deliver his message to the world.
You weren't there when the grip of death lashed out at innocent people from my own hands. But they _weren't_ innocent at all. They were hurting people; destroying lives with their need to rule. That need was not what needed to be. _Peace_ needed to be… and there _was_ no peace.
I fought to protect. I fought for the pursuit of peace and happiness. I had to protect those who had no one to protect them… show them that someone cared. Nobody cared for me… I needed a peace that would never be found. But someone else will find it because of what happened to me.
Who am I? You should ask me such things. Who are _You_ to ask me? Who are _You_ to look at me the way you do? You don't even see a man… you see a… lost soul. You see the eyes of a concealed weapon- hoping you are right about me. Hoping that I will prove you right by lashing back. But what right would _I_ have to sink to that level? You are wrong about me. You ask me but you only want what _you_ want.
I am content, now, with my chosen road. _I_ chose this path after what happened. I wanted to feel that they felt safe. That those small ones knew that I was there for _them_. Who are you to try and knock me from their sight?
You are _No One_.
This was never about me at all… this "who are you". It was about _you_ wanting me to be something that you created. I love, I laugh, I bleed and cry… I have pain that you will never know! I have a heart that was shattered by death to no ends. I was destroyed but that didn't mean that they had to be too.
*To protect was all I ever wanted- protect those who needed protecting because there was no one to protect them.~
You ask me who I am… do not concern your racist heart… I am not _your_ concern. Only the hearts that seek me out do I have to answer to. That's who I am… I chose to protect.
Who are you?
*~= This is a quote from one of the chapters of my epic saga, which I have now entitled: Wing Moves On. In this quote, Trowa is explaining to Catherine about his involvement in war.