Chapter 11: Say It Ain't So, Bernie (Part 2)
Alrighty then, let's finish up this episode so we can get to the finale! Ah, it's so close that I can taste it. Well, taste it as much as possible for a video that I'm watching on my computer. So I guess I'm just seeing it, really. Broken metaphors aside, let's get this show on the road!
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INTERMISSION CARD
The show cuts back to Christina, who's picking through the rubble of a house that got destroyed by the Kampfer the other day. She finds an empty ring box in the wreckage and picks it up. As she holds it, she's visibly trying not to cry. She stands up to compose herself, where she then sees Al walking down the empty street.
"That talk with the detective earlier must've taken a toll on her…" noticed Pyrrha.
"Yeah, for sure," nodded Jaune. "This situation is just plain terrible for everyone involved, Christina included."
"Al!" she calls out to the boy. Al turns around and notices her, and the two of them decided to walk together.
"What's wrong?" Chris asks, noticing Al's dejected mood. "Is something bothering you?"
"No… nothing." Al lies.
"Well, is there anything I can do to help?" adds Chris, not buying his excuse.
"Umm…" muttered Al.
Moving on from the topic, Chris then said, "So, by the way, how's Bernie doing? I haven't seen him lately."
Al's facial expression immediately turns to a scowl as soon as Bernie's name was mentioned. "Don't know, don't care!"
Chris picked up on this sudden outburst out of nowhere from Al. "Huh? Alright, what's wrong?" She made sure to stop and stand in front of Al as she asked this.
Al looked up at Chris. "Okay, just suppose, just pretend, that you knew a space fleet was coming to destroy the entire colony! What would you do, Chris?"
"Well, I think I would fight, Al." is Chris' response.
"Huh?" queries Al. "You wouldn't run?"
"No, I don't think that I would." simply stated Christina.
"Wouldn't you be scared?" pressed on Al.
"Of course I'd be scared. I can handle being scared, that isn't the hard part," explains Chris as she takes a seat on a guardrail alongside the road. "What I couldn't handle was being left alone."
"Left alone?" Al questions.
"Yes, if I lost my mom and dad, and you, and all my friends… if anything happened to all the people who were special to me… if they were killed and I could never see them again, I could never live with myself if I ran away and left them all here to die." Chris elaborates.
Al tries to make sense of what Christina just told him. "So, are you saying that it's only cowards who run away?"
"No, it isn't that. If I fight, it's for my own sake. I'd fight because I'd be scared of being left alone. But, that's what Iwould do. Another person may need to run. Everyone has to decide for themselves which choice to make. If you fight, people may die. It's a very difficult choice, because if you don't fight, people may still die. There's no right or wrong thing to do. All you can really do is your very best. And what you think is right, ends up being the best for you."
Pyrrha nodded at Christina's advice. "I absolutely agree. She put it way better than I ever could."
"That totally does sound like something you'd say, Pyrrha." Ruby agreed.
"It's proving my point that she's basically you." Nora said to Pyrrha, sitting back up in her chair. It seemed like she was settled down enough from her previous meltdown to get back into the commentary.
Pyrrha paused, as if she was going to deny it. But, given how she felt the exact same way about fighting that Christina did, she couldn't really say that there wasn't any similarities between the two. So, she decided to concede the point to Nora, hoping that she wouldn't use that as fuel for later teasing.
Christina looks rather dour while talking, before standing back up and returning to her previous attitude. "I'm sorry," she apologizes. "I think I gave you more answers than you needed."
"Oh, that's okay!" Al says. "Thanks!"
At that, Al starts to run off on his own again. Christina calls out after him, "Oh, and be sure to say hi to Bernie for me if you see him!"
Speaking of Bernie, at the moment he is at the Libot colony's spaceport, making use of what time he has left to escape. He's getting through the lines at the spaceport as inconspicuously as possible, wearing a suit and shades to mask his identity. Finally, after a moment of waiting at the ticket counter, it's his turn to see the teller.
"Is there a ship?" Bernie asks the man at the desk.
"And where to?" the teller inquires.
"Anywhere." Bernie bluntly requests.
"Oh come on," the teller says, giving Bernie a look. "Anywhere during a war?"
"Is there really anywhere else better to go?" Ruby asked the air.
"Not particularly," the mysterious voice said out of nowhere. "Side 6 is the only colony cluster not embroiled in war at this point in time. Many other Sides have been conquered by Zeon or are still fighting against them, while others have been completely destroyed, such as Side 4."
Ruby bristled at the thought of war on that scale. "The war is that big, huh?"
"Half of humanity died in the One Year War for a reason."
At that moment, Bernie looks up to see an advertisement for the luxurious Francheska colony playing on a television screen above the desk, showing off a possible tropical island vacation in space to him. Thinking quick, Bernie makes that his ticket order.
"Uh, Francheska. One way, please."
The ticket terminal prints out a boarding pass for Bernie. "That'll be 520 hites, please." says the teller at the desk.
Elsewhere, Al is still making his way down his neighborhood's roads, and he stops to look towards some construction noises he hears nearby. What he sees is construction equipment cleaning out the rubble that used to be his school. He tries to run through the school gates to get a closer look.
"Hey kid, where do you think you're going?" a construction worker yells at him, before trying to force Al to leave.
"Hey, let me go!" Al protests as he's hauled out of the school grounds. "Where is everyone? Where's Chay and Telcott?"
"I don't know! Get out of here and go home!" the construction worker scolds at Al before tossing him away from the gate.
As the worker walks away, Al ineffectively kicks at the open air in front of him. "Idiot! Jerk!"
Al turns to walk away, only to hear the construction worker yell again from inside the school grounds. "Where did you two come from? Now get the Hell out!" As if by some sheer coincidence, Chay and Telcott come running out of the campus, most likely being chased away.
"Oh, there they are!" Al notes to himself. "Hey, you guys!"
"Well, that's certainly convenient." Blake noted.
"They've gotta move the story ahead somehow, Blakey." shrugged Yang.
"I know, I know," said Blake. "Still, just a bit of narrative convenience on display."
"Hey, it's Al!" notices Chay.
"Where were you?" asks Telcott.
"You didn't come to school yesterday, you missed everything!" Chay tells Al.
"Yeah, it was cool!" gestured Telcott. "Yesterday, a Zeon mobile suit came and blew up the school! The whole place was blasted!"
Al's face looks a bit more serious now. "How's everyone?"
"Everyone? What're you talking about?" Chay asks.
"Everyone in school! Are they alright?" Al demands to know.
"What, are you stupid?" Chay asks, looking confused at Al's sudden empathy. "That mobile suit attacked during the night."
"Ah, oh…" Al vocalizes, a bit relieved.
"What's with you?" Chay further inquires.
"It's called empathy." Weiss deadpans. "It's official, there's worse kids than Al now."
"If Al can learn about war, so can they," Pyrrha cajoled. "Just give them a chance."
Al looks down and to the side. "Well, you said 'you didn't come to school', so I thought that maybe…"
"We came, didn't we, Tel?" Chay says, looking over at Telcott.
"Yeah, after the attack!" Telcott replies, snickering. Chay joins him in chuckling at the destruction of their school.
Suddenly, Chay wraps an arm around Al and shows him something in his hand. "Hey Al, check it out. Cool, huh? Ta-da!" Chay is holding brass casings from spent ammunition.
"And…" Telcott says, pulling out and displaying a spent shell casing from the Kampfer's giant shotgun from his bag.
"And this is just today's haul!" Chay boasts, looking very satisfied with himself. "Oh yeah, the smell is still fresh. Wanna smell them?"
"I'm surprised that the clean-up crews allowed them to make off with spent ordinance." Winter commented.
"Given the scale of the battle, I'm not surprised at how long the repairs are taking. Still, someone should've seen that child take that massive shotgun shell. It's massive, so I'm not sure how they missed it." was Ironwood's thoughts on the subject.
Al visibly forces himself to smile a bit at Chay's suggestion. It's very obvious that he doesn't actually mean it, however.
"C'mon, don't be so sad! I'll give you some, okay?" offers Chay, completely misunderstanding the source of Al's sadness.
Al now forces himself to try and give a full smile, but between the slight whimpering and his lips quavering, it very much looks like he's trying not to cry. Not that the audience could blame him, given the weight that is now on his shoulders.
"Hey, what's wrong, Al?" Telcott asks.
Chay tries to comfort Al in his own way. "Don't cry man, it's not that big a deal!"
"They're all over the place, we can get a bunch more!" reassures Telcott as well.
Finally, Al works up the ability to laugh, and laughs enough to where Chay and Telcott join in with his forced merriment. "That's right, laugh! It's funny, eh?" chuckles Chay.
Al continues to make himself laugh, and only falters when he has to quickly wipe away his eyes to keep himself from bursting into tears. He and his friends continue to laugh and laugh, even as the blasted remains of the school are shown on screen.
Weiss gave Pyrrha a certain look upon seeing that. Pyrrha herself avoided Weiss' gaze, because she knew exactly what Weiss was going to say to her. It was kind of hard to defend a bunch of kids who coerced their friend into laughing with them over war. Especially when Al was so clearly broken up over it to the point of nearly crying. It was just plain depressing to see.
Transitioning elsewhere, the show now focuses on the Von Helsing fleet from a few episode ago, drifting out in space. Currently, the flagship is being supplied by a smaller ship, which is unloading the nuclear missile that was seen earlier in the episode onto the larger ship. On the bridge, Captain Von Helsing is overseeing the transfer of the weapons.
"Captain, we have a message from Commander Killing." a helmsman on the bridge announces.
"Ja. Put him through." Von Helsing orders. He shifts his captain's chair on its large mechanical mount to move over to where the message is being received on screen.
"Launch time has been determined," says Killing on the other end of the line. "We're set at zero-hundred hours on December 26th."
"Understood." affirms Captain Von Helsing. "The missiles are being loaded now."
"Good." Killing simply states.
Captain Von Helsing can't help but raise an eyebrow at Colonel Killing on his screen. "Commander, you are serious with moving ahead on this?"
"Well, at least somebody is objecting to these orders. A nuclear weapon seems a bit much for a giant robot, even a powerful one like the Alex." Winter noted.
"I bet ol' Tin Man here wouldn't object, right?" Roman sneered, gesturing at Ironwood.
"I wouldn't because I would've never given that order in the first place." Ironwood coldly replied. "Unlike you, I have standards. Maybe you should develop some yourself."
Roman clicked his tongue. "I have plenty, thank you."
"And yet there's no shred of evidence of this." Ironwood shot back.
"Whatever you say, 'General'." Roman blew off, making sure to add air quotes to the word "general".
"Are you objecting to headquarters' decision?" Colonel Killing coldly asks.
Von Helsing grimaces. "No sir."
"You were given this mission because of your abilities. Do you understand that, Captain Von Helsing?" is Killing's intimidating reply.
"Yes sir." Captain Von Helsing complies, bowing his head down.
"Very well then. Good luck." are the last words that Colonel Killing says to Captain Von Helsing before terminating the transmission.
Out in space, the Von Helsing fleet finishes loading up the missiles from the supply ship, and sets out to deliver a devastating payload to the unsuspecting colony of Libot.
On Libot itself, Al finally arrives at the police station. In spite of the serious look on his face, the officers there hardly seem to notice anything being amiss. Instead, the officers out in the front are more concerned about decorating a Christmas tree than anything else.
"So, how does it look?"
"Oh, I think it needs more trimming…"
Al thinks to himself, "I'll tell the cops everything! They'll have to believe me! I don't care if they call me an accomplice, I can't let them destroy the colony! So what if they execute me?"
As brave as Al's thoughts are, what happens inside the building is a completely other matter.
"Yeah?" a police officer asks, clearly not taking Al seriously. "A real emergency? Well, what'd ya know! You'd better escape quick!"
"It's true!" Al shouts. "I'm telling the truth!"
"Oh yeah, sure you are…" the officer deadpans.
"The Zeon fleet is coming here on Christmas day!" Al then shouts, now trying to grab the officer by the belt.
The police officer is having none of it, and starts to push Al out the door, despite Al's struggling. "Right, right. Serious stuff, very serious stuff."
"You've gotta believe me!" protests Al.
"Yeah, I remember you! You're the same kid who dragged us out on that wild goose chase a few days ago, now go home!" the cop scolds, hauling Al out of the police station.
Al pleads, "I'm telling the truth this time!"
"Leave, or I'll call your parents!" threatens the cop, before leaving Al out in front of the precinct.
"Everyone's gonna die!" Al yells to the uncaring air. "Idiot!"
Al walks down the steps of the building, before turning around and shouting at the door again. "You're gonna die! Then you'll be sorry!"
Both Roman and Neo began to laugh. Roman let out a laugh that grew increasingly nasally and smug, while Neo had an odd raspy quality to her chuckling. "They're like the ones in Vale City!" Neo commented.
"Hey, just because the cops are useless here, doesn't mean they are normally!" Ruby complained to the thieving due.
Blake decided to hold her tongue on that one. She had plenty of experience with the White Fang to know exactly how useless Vale City's police was. She couldn't help but also recall those two useless detectives that they bumped into a few times, who were investigating Dust robberies and also tried to arrest Sun Wukong as a stowaway. Yeah, the VPD was actually quite stupid, now that she thought about it. But now was not the time to mention that, since it would only help boost Roman and Neo's egos.
Alas, nothing comes about from this attempt on Al's part to try and save the colony. His lies to the police earlier in the series have come back to haunt him. Not that the police seemed too competent in the first place, really.
Back at the spaceport, Bernie is getting ready to board his space flight to Francheska. The announcer over the speakers announces that his ship will be boarding soon as Bernie makes his way into the terminal. "Attention all passengers on NTW flight 205 to Francheska, we will be begin boarding in five minutes. Please have your tickets ready."
Bernie tries to wait in the terminal inconspicuously, but then notices someone across the way from him, standing at the terminal's bar. From the back, it looks like Christina. They share the same color of hair, at least.
"Huh? Chris…?" he whispers to himself as he floats over to the bar. However, once he gets a good look at the woman's face, he can clearly see that it isn't Christina.
"Hello, sir," the bar lady greets, "Looks like you can use a drink. What can I get for you?"
"Uh, whiskey. With soda." Bernie orders.
"Coming right up, sir!" the lady tending bar says.
"That's a good idea, I'll have a whiskey!" the woman who isn't Chris then slurs at the bar lady.
"Oh miss, don't you think you've had enough?" warns the bar lady.
"Oh, great! He can drink, but I can't. Why, 'cause he's cute?" the drunken redhead complains.
The bar lady tiredly complies and says, "One whiskey, coming up…"
"Yeah, make it a double!" the drunk then says, detecting that she's won.
Weiss grew rigid in her seat, looking rather uncomfortable at seeing some lady so obviously drunk on screen. Ruby and Winter both immediately picked up on this.
"What's the matter, Weiss?" Ruby asked.
"Uh, nothing. I'm fine!" the heiress firmly insisted. She totally wasn't thinking of her alcoholic mother. Not at all.
Winter put a hand on Ruby's shoulder. "It's… complicated. Just let it go for now, okay?" she quietly asked of her sister's partner.
Ruby couldn't help but look confused at the Atlesian Specialist's sudden request. Never the less, she complied. Now wasn't really the time to try and pry into what Weiss was feeling, especially if her sister wanted to get her off the track of it. That, and the fact that they were maybe trapped in extradimensional/transcendental space. It was certainly for more of one of those reasons than the other.
Bernie stares at an advertisement for the Francheska colony while he waits for his drink. It doesn't take long, and his whiskey and cola is served to him in a spill-proof glass.
"There you go! That'll be 3 hites, 5 woots please." the lady tending the bar announces.
Bernie digs into his pockets for cash. He pulls out a handful of change, but sees that he also grabbed the piloting badge that he had given Al before as well. He stares a bit at it in surprise, before acting like he's counting change and handing over cash to the bar lady. "Thank you, sir." she says as she takes the handful of change.
Bernie doesn't touch his drink, and instead looks at the badge a bit longer before putting it back in his pocket.
"The money's on the counter!" he hears the drunken redhead say, before she floats over to a nearby public phone bank. Bernie decides then to sip on his drink as he overhears the drunk talk on the phone. "Yeah, it's me! Just wanted to say that I'm takin' your advice and leavin' for Francheska! I bet you're probably glad that I'm outta your hair, eh?"
"Hey, athlete girl!" Roman called over at Pyrrha. "Is that what you're like when you're drunk? Kinda seems like you would be like that."
Pyrrha looked the briefest bit annoyed, but tried not to lose her composure at the thief. "I wouldn't know, I'm not a fan of underage drinking."
"Really? Pussy." was Roman's simple insult.
"Shut UP, Roman!" Jaune suddenly yelled at the obnoxious man.
Roman smirked. "Really? Make me."
As soon as those words exited Roman's lips, he suddenly got hit by a burst of invisible energy. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was being set aflame, and he couldn't help but scream and cry out in sheer agony as he convulsed wildly from the pain. "YEAARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
Everyone else looked on in a mixture of horror, shock, and some level of satisfaction as Roman was subjected to some payback for near-constantly being unbearable and trying to pick fights. After a minute or so more of the invisible pain, it seemingly stopped, and the orange-haired thief went slack in his chair.
"You were warned that there would be consequences."
It was true, the mysterious voice did say that earlier. Now it had come back to prove its point in a rather dramatic fashion. Needless to say, everyone in the theater seats as rather intimidated by the sudden fury that could come down on them at any moment if they tried to start something again.
"Wow!" Yang exclaimed. "Sure glad that isn't me!"
"If we're done with the interruptions, then the show will resume." came the mysterious voice, this time sounding even more exasperated with everyone than before.
The woman is talking loudly enough that Bernie can't help but look over at her drunken call. "I really hope you enjoy your life with her. …No, I'm not drunk! Yeah, I had a little to drink, but I'm not drunk! …I wish I was…" The drunken redhead starts openly sobbing at this point, as Bernie looks back down at his drink.
He can't help but recall all the members of Cyclops Team that died on this pointless mission. He clearly recalls Garcia and Misha, and then the memory of Steiner dying in his arms the other day.
"You were the one who said 'let's get married'!" the woman continues to ramble on loudly. "Everything you said was a lie! I really don't want to go over there! To Francheska! Francheska's a horrible colony!"
Yang propped her head up against her hand and leaned against her armrest. "Well, this is just plain sad."
"Yeah, no kidding." Ruby agreed.
"This show is pretty dark." Blake also agreed.
"Honestly, this entire show has been pretty depressing," added Jaune. "Nothing remotely good has happened so far."
"Al got to meet Bernie, so that's pretty positive, I think." Pyrrha offered.
"But it's not under ideal circumstances. Even you can say as much."
Pyrrha sighed. "Yeah, I guess you can say that…"
Over the speakers comes the announcement for Bernie's flight. "NTW flight 205, now boarding." However, Bernie doesn't move, continuing to listen on to the drunken woman's call.
"You're probably gonna string her along too, right?! Just like you did to me! You don't even have the guts to tell the truth!"
That sentence triggers a flashback in Bernie, to earlier that day. He hears Al shouting at him, "That's a lie! Bernie, you're good right?"
He also remembers the other moments he and Al shared together, like when they were hanging out on the rooftop of the warehouse a few days ago. "So Bernie, can ya beat it?" Al asks in the flashback.
In the present, Bernie grimaces as the woman continues to talk loudly into the phone. "I said, 'Steven, I'll never be able to make this call'!"
Bernie now remembers what Charlie said to him at the bar earlier. "And you see, I've lived my whole life in this colony…"
He then remembers Christina's face, on the night where Bernie brought Al over to her house when he fell asleep. Her smile is still as warm as ever.
Back to the memory on the warehouse rooftop, Bernie recollects Al's sentence of "Piece of cake?" when he was asked about defeating the Gundam. He also recalls the drawings of Al's that he saw that other night, and a different instance when they were laughing together on the way back from getting pictures of the Gundam Alex.
Out of the corner of his sight, Jaune noticed Pyrrha wiping her eyes. "You alright, Pyrrha?"
Pyrrha did her best to look completely fine with a smile on her face, but the remains of a streak of tears was still evident on her face. Her empty smile dropped when she saw Jaune notice it. "No, it's just… oh gods, this is hitting me so much. Bernie really did find something to fight for here, and now I'm scared, so scared for him… I just don't want him to lose it all…"
Jaune pulled Pyrrha in an embrace, which she gladly accepted. "It's okay, it's just a show."
Sniffling, Pyrrha said, "I know, I know, but he feels so real, you know?"
"I know." Jaune simply stated, and just continued to hold Pyrrha in that embrace.
To her credit, Nora didn't say anything about that sight playing out right in front of her. A part of it was due to her still being kind of out of it from her PTSD flashback, but it was mainly due to not wanting to make a scene and hurt an emotionally-vulnerable Pyrrha. She at least understood that it would've been in incredibly bad taste to do so.
At those memories, a sudden look of determination comes across Bernie's face in the present.
Meanwhile, at Al's home, he and his mom are sitting across from each other at the dinner table.
"Alright, Alfred," Al's mom begins, "Before we eat, I want to talk to you a little bit about your father."
Al timidly asks, "You're getting a divorce?"
Al's mom chuckles. "No dear! Your father will be coming home!"
"Hah! Sounds like you were wrong about them getting a divorce, Roman!" Yang rubbed in the incapacitated thief's face.
On his part, Roman just weakly raised a middle finger at Yang before turning his attention back towards the screen. He simply didn't have the strength to argue after such an immense experience of pain.
"When?" Al asks, his face covered in shock.
"Christmas day!" his mom cheerfully quips.
"For how long?" Al then asks.
"Forever!" Als' mom beams. "It's true, your father and I have made up for good."
Al sits back in his chair, now looking more concerned than ever. He knows that the timing on all this is impossibly bad. He's finally going to get his whole family back as one, and it'll be near the day when they'll all die in atomic fire.
"What's wrong?" his mom then asks him. "You aren't happy about it?
Al simply shakes his head.
"Why not? All three of us will be back together as a family again."
Al finds himself completely unable to tell his mother why he looks so dire. Elsewhere on the colony, Bernie burns his ticket to Francheska, while at a public park at night.
In his room at the same time, Al muses on just how horrible everything is. "Dad's coming back, and he's just gonna die!" he thinks to himself. "Everybody's gonna die!"
A knock is heard at the door to Al's room. In comes Al's mom, holding a telephone. "Al? Telephone. It's someone named Bernie."
Al looks surprised at the news, before sprinting downstairs, past his rather perplexed mother, towards the phone. He picks up the receiver and says into it, "Hello, hello? Are you there? Bernie? Bernie, is that you? Bernie?"
"Yeah, it's me." Bernie says into the public payphone he's using.
"Bernie, I'm sorry! Sorry about what I said! Please Bernie, you've gotta help us! Will ya?" Al sputters into the phone.
"Yeah." says Bernie calmly. "Of course I will."
"Really?" Al expresses in surprise.
"Well, I've decided not to run." explains Bernie. "I'm gonna try to go after it, and bring down the Gundam. Will you help me out?"
"Yeah, of course I will!" Al joyously states. "Hey, thanks a lot, Bernie! We can do it together, I just know we can!"
Bernie smiles on the other end of the line. "Sure. Sure we can."
"I love you, Bernie!" the blonde pilot then hears Al say. That alone nearly brings tears to his eyes. "Goofy kid…" Bernie mutters to himself.
The episode ends as Bernie holds onto the public payphone, with a nice view of the colony city from the park he's at. Lights sprawl out in the distance as the episode fades to the end credits.
Once again, the lights in the theater lit back on, signaling the intermission between episodes.
"Well, I've already said it before, but man this episode is sad." Commented Yang first.
"Yeah." Jaune nodded.
"Completely agree." affirmed Pyrrha.
"For sure." agreed Blake.
"Totally." added Nora.
"Well, I'm sure that Bernie will figure something out. He has a plan now, so that's good, right?" Ruby offered up.
"I'm not sure what Bernie's old mech is supposed to do against the Gundam, Ruby," said Blake. "It seems less advanced than the one that fought it previously, that's for sure. Not to mention the lack of weaponry for it."
"He'll be FINE." Ruby insisted.
"I hope so…" Pyrrha whispered to herself.
"I'd be more concerned about the incoming fleet than the mechs," said Ironwood. "Their nuclear devices seem like a much larger threat."
Winter nodded and agreed with her superior. "Absolutely. I have my doubts that Bernie can even stop the attack by destroying the Gundam, now that the fleet has mobilized."
"It really would seem in line with this series to go ahead and destroy the colony, wouldn't it?" Blake mused.
"Nah, they won't go through with it. I doubt they'll kill Al on screen." thought Yang aloud.
"We've already seen a child—" Blake started to say, before noticing that Ren was giving her a sharp glare. She knew it would be in both hers and Nora's best interests to stop right there.
Ironwood then chimed in with, "In any case, there's only one more episode left. Let's just watch it and get it over with."
"Yeah, let's see how this ends." Jaune nodded immediately He was totally invested in this story now, as were nearly everyone else in the theater was.
Well, except for Roman. He was still burned out from the pain he got earlier. But nobody cared, as they rightfully shouldn't have.
On cue, the lights began to dim again, this time for the final time. The finale to Mobile Suit Gundam 0080: War in the Pocket, was finally at hand.
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Are you guys ready for the final episode? I know I sure am! It's gonna hurt all over again! I can't wait! I swear, being a fan of Universal Century Gundam stuff is like being both a masochist and a sadist. We're just here for all the emotional struggles and torment, when you get down to it. Anyway, I hope you all look forward to the beginning of the end, as we enter the final episode of Gundam 0080: War in the Pocket!
This is The Draigg, and I'm signing off for now!
