Rain: I don't own Gundam Wing.
There is no need for me to tell them. None at all. Especially since, on a subconscious level, they all ready know.
So there is really no reason for me to tell them. Really.
There is no reason for me to feel like I need to tell them. Not one little bit. One day they'll think about it, and they'll figure it out, and there will never be any reason for me to tell them that I knew ahead of time. No reason for them to hate me because of something I can't control.
Stupid Powers That Be. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Did they really think they could make me live with the others for years, and then still be callous enough towards to spill the true secret of the Gundam Pilots? To destroy the lives of the only people I have ever allowed myself to care for?
Stupid, stupid, stupid. I'M stupid. Perfect soldier? Pfft, yeah right. At this point I'd do anything to protect the others, including forsaking our duties, the roles we've been given. I would forsake the Earth to keep them as happy as they are now, sitting around the table playing cards, the worry that hid within there eyes for so long, gone at last.
Why do this? Why give these "gifts" to a group of people who can't appreciate them, or particularly want them?
You know, yesterday Quatre said something funny. He said that someone in the office had asked if Gundam pilots were Immortal. They all had a good laugh over that, but I just slipped away.
It would have been the perfect time to tell them. The opening was practically flawless. Instead, I ran. Guys, I'm sorry. I'll try to come back before it starts showing, and I'll try to explain it to you.
The true secret of the Gundam Pilots.
Rain: this is probably a one shot, though if I get enough reviews (good ones, mind you) I may be convinced to write a full story from it, though I can't promise anything. Ciao!