I don't see the reason for this. We didn't do anything. Why
would they want to hurt us? Why? Why?
They
say it's things I can't understand. I do understand. They think it's too
complicated. My grandpa tried to explain it to me once. He told me one side was
good, one side was bad, but no one knew which side was which. And that was the
problem. But he said we were the good side.
But the
war was over. Why were people still fighting? He said not everyone was as
reasonable as me. Maybe he didn't understand. Maybe he thought they
didn't understand.
We were
told to stand up for ourselves. I would stand up for my self. So, when Grandpa
put me to bed, and went to be himself, I sneak out. I mean, I sneaked out.
People
were gathering in the streets. No one noticed me. They were all shouting and
cheering. I shouted, too. I shouted nasty things to the bad guys. Words I
wasn't even supposed to say. Or know.
"We're
going to fight you, you stupid freaks!"
"You're
not going to take our home."
"Leave
us alone!"
I looked
up in the sky. Something was there. It looked like an angel. It had huge wings,
and was floating over us, protecting us.
"Hi,
Angel!" I called to it. It didn't answer.
"That's
not an angel, kid, it's a Gundam." Someone told me very meanly.
The
angel didn't respond to him either. Maybe it was deaf. Or blind. Maybe it
needed a dog. Like Mary. Mary could help the blind angel.
A/N: As you'll notice, this is the little girl talking to
her Grandpa when the Gundams were fighting. She was also the girl with the dog,
Mary. I thought this would tie up all the other loose ends after Endless Waltz.
