Kamina awoke in a cold sweat. The nightmare had been all too real. He wondered if anybody knew he felt this way- if Simon or Yoko or maybe the ultraperceptive Leeron knew he feared the things in the dark and the deaths of his friends.

It was getting to him. The endless battle- it was taking a toll.

"I need to get my head on straight."

Grabbing his cape and blade, glasses as well, he leapt up the side of the cliff face Gurren was nestled under. He wanted to see the moon.

Bright and full tonight, she filled his heart with Joy. He wondered what it would be like to see what she could see, and how far away she was.

"I wonder if Dad ever came up here and talked to you... Luna? Is that your name?" Part of him wondered at his talent for names, but he didn't take the time to worry about it.

He felt as if she nodded to him, acknowledging his insight.

"So, you've seen a lot, huh? People really lived their lives up on the surface? Fighting, surviving, falling in love, all the things we never got to do."

The Moon's light seemed to wrap arms around him and comfort him.

"I guess you're right. I've got nothing to worry about. Because Team Dai-Gurren will never fall, and their Invincible Bad-Ass Leader Kamina will destroy anyone who stands in our way."

A quick knowing smile crossed his lips. A feeling of fate closing on him permeated his thoughts.

"Well, Miss Moon... Thanks for the talk."

Jumping down, he landed on Gurren's shoulder. Lagann was leaning up against the cliff at its brother bot's foot, arms crossed.

Kamina patted his mech's head (body?) and jumped down, blade in left hand and cape flowing above him.

Turning swiftly, he unsheathed the blade and put in within stabbing distance of Lagann.

"Don't you ever fail Simon, Lagann. I believe in you, but I believe in his power more. You're gonna be the most respected Ganmen of all time once we take down the Spiral King. And You'll be Simon's."

Smiling at the little powerhouse, he sheathed the sword and laid in his bedroll again, a quick glance at Yoko's sleeping form being his last sight of the night before the stars lulled him to sleep with their song.