A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, g2 - write a drabble collection consisting of drabbles 50-500 words. This drabble is also written for the OTP and OT3 Boot-Camp Challenge, #028 - circle.
in the cell-binds of war
10. swept here by the tides
Athrun found most of his life wound up being dictated for him.
Even now, maybe, he was just under the illusion he had a choice. Like he'd been in ZAFT this second time around. With a FAITH badge on his uniform that had meant nothing in the end and the uniform itself had almost seen him drowned in the cockpit of a Zaku with someone who should never have been involved.
Of all the rooms he could have dove into for cover, how had he wound up in one of the Minerva crew's? And worse, someone who would jump to help him without a second thought and who could get him away from here without a fight breaking out.
If Shinn and Rey hadn't been so sharp, she could have gotten him off the Plants entirely, and she'd been branded a traitor either way.
But she was smiling now, on the bridge of the Archangel, even though she was worried about her sister, and worried about her friends.
And he, he was just wondering if he had a choice or he'd been swept here by the tides again.