Disclaimer: Don't own
Rating: K+
Summary: Those of you familiar with Les Miserables will recognise the theme of Javert's soliloquy. That's what inspired this.
Stars
Rau stared at the endless stars set in the inky black sky. Stars... the only thing that always had a place...a purpose. Clones never had. The young team once in his care had joined the army for a purpose, Rau had joined because he had no purpose.What had become of what could have been a great race?
Greed, that's what! The desire to be the best, to beat everyone else. It gave them a purpose, a reason to be. The desire to destroy them kept him going. It wasn't a purpose, but it was a reason. No one else had that reason, or even tried to understand it. The leaders of both races were bent on destroying the other, refusing to see their own evil.
And his team, Athrun, Yzak, Dearka and Nicol, had never seen it. They fought to protect, not to destroy. Confused and broken, lost to a war that their people had caused, they still fought to protect. Part of him admired them, part of him despaired of them. Their reasoning was beyond him, all he felt was hate.
Yes, the stars were safe, they would always be the same, always have a purpose. If he were to die tomorrow, at least he would be safe among the stars.
