Within everything that I have ever thought of. With every step that I take down this twisted, cold path, I always find a small glimpse of hope. Even with the sharp, icy metal tip of the sword, stabbed right through my stomach. I still saw hope. Even when I took a hurtful breath of air, when I mumbled those words to his unwilling ears, I still saw hope. When the light dies down in my eyes, when I felt the numb pain from falling carelessly down the white float, I saw hope. And when I held Nunnally's hand, I know, as a fact, that she saw hope as well.
With the world crashing down around me, the loud cheers of the people running free. I still saw hope.
Because I know... I may not have the mask, nor the cape any more, but I will always be Zero. The symbol for rebellion. The symbol for hope. But the symbol for death as well. And so, by Zero's hands I will die at. And there... I took my last breath, my last glance and my last heart beat. As I fell into a deep slumber. Forever, or for never, my time will rise once more.
Even so, I asked myself this question. If I die, will Zero continue to live? He is a part of me that no one can deny truly. Not even I... Even when I handed the mask over to Suzaku, little traces of doubt still lingered in my mind.
In this world you can trust no one. And no one is there to trust. Whether they stab you or hand you in. Whether they aim a gun at you or lie to your face. In this world you will start doubting, second guessing everything.
And that is why I asked myself, "will this be the end of the rebellion?"
I own nothing and I don't even have a plot... o.o ... This is my typing at 9:40pm even though I should be asleep... Anyway, night people! I am planning to work on this fanfic.