"Leave me alone," you say like a regular uncaring bastard. But that's it, you say like it, not be like it.
Everybody thinks you're cold, uncaring, the perfect soldier. Everybody thinks that but me. I don't know what I think. I see you act like nothing matters. But I also see you in those rare moments when you forget to be the perfect soldier. When your mask sleeps.
You're innocent.
That training you went through when you were young, it didn't take away your innocents. It preserved it. It hid it so deep that it couldn't be tainted like mine, like all the other gundams.
I didn't think so at first meeting, but, hay, you were pointing a gun at an innocent girl. I thought you were cruel and insane, especially when you tried that stupid stunt, riding those missiles. Baka, isn't that what you always call me. Well, I hate to break it to you, but you should call yourself that.
Is it you're innocence that makes you do it? Is it your innocence of life that makes you want to escape life? You don't know anything else, do you? You think that once you finish your crazy mission you're done.
To you, finish is death, isn't it? You have always learned to complete your mission by killing someone. And so you think you will kill yourself when all your missions are done.
You're innocent of life. You don't know the joys and hardships of life. You never learned them. You probably haven't thought of things like 'sex', 'drugs', and 'dancing' like normal teenagers.
I wish I could show you life. I wish I know how to give you life without spoiling your innocents. I wish I could see you with your masked dropped. I wish I could see you happy.
But I can't.
I'm tainted. My innocence is a holy rag used to wipe drunken slops' chins.
Maybe she will help you. Maybe she will uncover that innocence you hid so deep.
She is innocent.
I am not.
Goodbye, Heero. I'll leave to her now. Maybe in a few years I will see you again. And maybe she will have recovered your innocence.
Maybe.
End.