Prologue: Deep space
(Trowa's PoV)
The Vayeate wasn't made for this.
It about to explode…. That shot was too powerful. It's the end for me.
I can hear him calling for me. He's frantic… I know how hard this all must be for you Quatre... you were so kind and gentle... always…
It wasn't like you... this violence…
I hope you'll change back into that sweet, gentle Quatre I used to know… please
Space is so cold… I can feel him... his pain
Please, don't hurt him, Heero….