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This is a little poem about Quatre's stolen innocence. How the war destroyed it and perhaps why he must fight to preserve it for others.
~Innocent Soul~
My soul was innocent once.
That was before I joined this war.
Since then, my soul has been stained with a thousand deaths.
Probably more.
But I have stopped trying to count since then.
I saw the death of the people who apposed me at Oz bases.
I was the death of people who attacked the Maganacs and myself.
And I saw my father's death.
In front of my own eyes.
He died to trying to save the colony.
Or so he said.
But my soul has been so tainted,
I'm not sure I believe him anymore.
Even though I should.
I fight mainly to keep the souls of others clean.
I fight for them to stay pure, untouched.
But I don't think I've helped much.
The war has reached them already.
No matter how hard I try to hold it back.
It slips through my fingers and through Sandrock's,
And floats like a horrible black poisonous curtain to the pure souls.
War is attracted to innocence.
I suppose that's why I was attracted to the war.
Because I was allured to innocence,
And I had to save it.
It's hard to help innocence when you can't even touch it,
Without tainting it.
~Quatre Raberba Winner
This is a little poem about Quatre's stolen innocence. How the war destroyed it and perhaps why he must fight to preserve it for others.
~Innocent Soul~
My soul was innocent once.
That was before I joined this war.
Since then, my soul has been stained with a thousand deaths.
Probably more.
But I have stopped trying to count since then.
I saw the death of the people who apposed me at Oz bases.
I was the death of people who attacked the Maganacs and myself.
And I saw my father's death.
In front of my own eyes.
He died to trying to save the colony.
Or so he said.
But my soul has been so tainted,
I'm not sure I believe him anymore.
Even though I should.
I fight mainly to keep the souls of others clean.
I fight for them to stay pure, untouched.
But I don't think I've helped much.
The war has reached them already.
No matter how hard I try to hold it back.
It slips through my fingers and through Sandrock's,
And floats like a horrible black poisonous curtain to the pure souls.
War is attracted to innocence.
I suppose that's why I was attracted to the war.
Because I was allured to innocence,
And I had to save it.
It's hard to help innocence when you can't even touch it,
Without tainting it.
~Quatre Raberba Winner
