March 1, AC 197
Dear Quatre,
After the occurrences of recently, I've had to think long and hard
about a lot of things. I've come to the realization I've messed up big
time. I also have a confession. I did it, Quatre. I shot him. I know
my news surprised you, and you're probably blinking unbelieving at
this paper now. Don't bother trying to send authorities after me. By
the time you read this, I'll be gone.
You won't receive these letters in time to change my decision, but you
must know never the less. Perhaps it will fix things after time.
Yours Truly
March 3, AC 197
Dear Quatre,
I have chosen you to receive these letters because I know you'll
handle them responsibly, and pass on my message. I look out the window
of Wing Zero into the vast sea before me, and can't help what things
would be like if I hadn't killed him. I shot him, and I can't help but
regret it. It wouldn't have mattered if he was a threat to the Sanc
Kingdom, but he wasn't. He was innocent, Quatre.
Sometimes, I don't know what I'm doing here any longer. I've obviously
failed at whatever task it was I've been put here to do. I don't
consider my life to be worth much anymore. I've dishonored all my
friends, and myself. The Samurai of ancient Japan had a code of honor
called Bushido. It was the code of any honorable warrior. It called
for strict punishment if a warrior dishonored his comrades, his
family, or himself. I've been mulling over the Bushido a lot lately.
I've managed to do all three of the above with one action. So before I
do what I believe must be done, I have to get this off my chest.
It's not enough that I told you I did it. I suppose I want to say why,
even though it will make no difference in the scheme of things. I hope
it will at least cast off the cloud I've placed on the reputation of
the Gundam pilots. Perhaps this will prove that not all the pilots are
psychopaths.
I've seen the news. So everyone thinks I was kidnapped by whoever
killed him? I hear what they're saying about Duo, you and the others.
I hear your home was searched, and Sandrock was confiscated. They
don't know what really happened, but perhaps you've already guessed.
You, he, and I are the only ones who know the truth, and soon you'll
be the only one left. Please relay my story to the other pilots, and
assure them I had no intention of causing the problems for you and
them that I have.
I woke that morning feeling wrong. I can't place it, but I knew
something was going to happen. The air hung heavy and I felt ill at
ease. I went to the hangar, and there he was, just standing there
looking at me angrily. We didn't say anything; I already knew why he
had come. There was a short exchange of words, but it ended when we
heard the clicking of boots coming towards the hangar. It was a
younger female officer who had heard the noise of my argument and had
come to check on me. I told her to leave, and she obliged, leaving me
alone with my visitor again.
He came towards me and demanded I give him Wing Zero, but I wouldn't.
I couldn't, you don't understand Quatre, what it's like to have the
only thing you care for ripped out from beneath you. I couldn't let
him take Wing Zero and leave.
I told him so, and he laughed. He made his way closer to me,
threatening he'd take Wing Zero by force if I didn't hand it over. II
knew he was serious. He was going to leave with Wing Zero and never
come back. I wasn't going to let it all slip between my fingers like
that. As he started climbing up to the open hangar of Wing Zero, I
pulled my gun from my pocket and aimed it at him.
He looked startled, but he laughed again, and told me to put the
weapon away. He thought I was playing around, and maybe he was
partially right. I hadn't meant to actually use the weapon, just scare
so I could dissuade him from taking Wing Zero.
What happened next was just a blur. He jumped down from the platform,
coming right at me. I yelled and put my arm up over my eyes. I pulled
the trigger, I didn't mean to, but I could sense him coming down right
on top of me. I freaked and I pulled the trigger.
I remember opening my eyes and looking into his. They looked so
scared. I'd never seen him like that, and it was then that I'd
realized what I'd done. He hit the floor with a sickening thud and
groaned. He reached for my foot, and I shied away, horrified at what I
had just done. I heard footsteps racing towards the hangar, and I ran
to Wing Zero.
With his last ounce of strength, he angrily yelled out my name, his
voice was so full of hate, Quatre. I think of it and shudder. He
didn't know it was an accident. I just wanted to disappear then,
perhaps turn the gun on myself. The thought crossed my mind, but I
remembered I had dropped the gun before darting into the Wing Zero. In
a panic, I escaped with Wing Zero. I should have stayed and turned
myself in, but I couldn't stand another minute of his glare. His last
thoughts must have been full of his rage against me. So here I am, a
week later, his death so fresh in my mind.
Quatre, I killed Hiiro, and in doing so, I cast a shadow of doubt on
you and the other pilots. I assure you I didn't mean to, but I did
nonetheless. Se here's my confession in its entirety. The Samurai
punishment for dishonor was death by your own hands. I feel it fitting
that I do the same. I have not chosen how or when just yet, but that
is what I must do. Please take care, Quatre.
Goodbye,
Relena
March 5, AC 197
Relena,
I only pray this reaches you in time. Hiiro didn't die. Thank God
you're a lousy shot because you hit his thigh, and not somewhere more
dangerous. I read him the letter you wrote to me, and he says he
understands what happened. Please respond if you receive this letter.
If you don't, we will still search for you.
Please respond,
Quatre
Dear Quatre,
After the occurrences of recently, I've had to think long and hard
about a lot of things. I've come to the realization I've messed up big
time. I also have a confession. I did it, Quatre. I shot him. I know
my news surprised you, and you're probably blinking unbelieving at
this paper now. Don't bother trying to send authorities after me. By
the time you read this, I'll be gone.
You won't receive these letters in time to change my decision, but you
must know never the less. Perhaps it will fix things after time.
Yours Truly
March 3, AC 197
Dear Quatre,
I have chosen you to receive these letters because I know you'll
handle them responsibly, and pass on my message. I look out the window
of Wing Zero into the vast sea before me, and can't help what things
would be like if I hadn't killed him. I shot him, and I can't help but
regret it. It wouldn't have mattered if he was a threat to the Sanc
Kingdom, but he wasn't. He was innocent, Quatre.
Sometimes, I don't know what I'm doing here any longer. I've obviously
failed at whatever task it was I've been put here to do. I don't
consider my life to be worth much anymore. I've dishonored all my
friends, and myself. The Samurai of ancient Japan had a code of honor
called Bushido. It was the code of any honorable warrior. It called
for strict punishment if a warrior dishonored his comrades, his
family, or himself. I've been mulling over the Bushido a lot lately.
I've managed to do all three of the above with one action. So before I
do what I believe must be done, I have to get this off my chest.
It's not enough that I told you I did it. I suppose I want to say why,
even though it will make no difference in the scheme of things. I hope
it will at least cast off the cloud I've placed on the reputation of
the Gundam pilots. Perhaps this will prove that not all the pilots are
psychopaths.
I've seen the news. So everyone thinks I was kidnapped by whoever
killed him? I hear what they're saying about Duo, you and the others.
I hear your home was searched, and Sandrock was confiscated. They
don't know what really happened, but perhaps you've already guessed.
You, he, and I are the only ones who know the truth, and soon you'll
be the only one left. Please relay my story to the other pilots, and
assure them I had no intention of causing the problems for you and
them that I have.
I woke that morning feeling wrong. I can't place it, but I knew
something was going to happen. The air hung heavy and I felt ill at
ease. I went to the hangar, and there he was, just standing there
looking at me angrily. We didn't say anything; I already knew why he
had come. There was a short exchange of words, but it ended when we
heard the clicking of boots coming towards the hangar. It was a
younger female officer who had heard the noise of my argument and had
come to check on me. I told her to leave, and she obliged, leaving me
alone with my visitor again.
He came towards me and demanded I give him Wing Zero, but I wouldn't.
I couldn't, you don't understand Quatre, what it's like to have the
only thing you care for ripped out from beneath you. I couldn't let
him take Wing Zero and leave.
I told him so, and he laughed. He made his way closer to me,
threatening he'd take Wing Zero by force if I didn't hand it over. II
knew he was serious. He was going to leave with Wing Zero and never
come back. I wasn't going to let it all slip between my fingers like
that. As he started climbing up to the open hangar of Wing Zero, I
pulled my gun from my pocket and aimed it at him.
He looked startled, but he laughed again, and told me to put the
weapon away. He thought I was playing around, and maybe he was
partially right. I hadn't meant to actually use the weapon, just scare
so I could dissuade him from taking Wing Zero.
What happened next was just a blur. He jumped down from the platform,
coming right at me. I yelled and put my arm up over my eyes. I pulled
the trigger, I didn't mean to, but I could sense him coming down right
on top of me. I freaked and I pulled the trigger.
I remember opening my eyes and looking into his. They looked so
scared. I'd never seen him like that, and it was then that I'd
realized what I'd done. He hit the floor with a sickening thud and
groaned. He reached for my foot, and I shied away, horrified at what I
had just done. I heard footsteps racing towards the hangar, and I ran
to Wing Zero.
With his last ounce of strength, he angrily yelled out my name, his
voice was so full of hate, Quatre. I think of it and shudder. He
didn't know it was an accident. I just wanted to disappear then,
perhaps turn the gun on myself. The thought crossed my mind, but I
remembered I had dropped the gun before darting into the Wing Zero. In
a panic, I escaped with Wing Zero. I should have stayed and turned
myself in, but I couldn't stand another minute of his glare. His last
thoughts must have been full of his rage against me. So here I am, a
week later, his death so fresh in my mind.
Quatre, I killed Hiiro, and in doing so, I cast a shadow of doubt on
you and the other pilots. I assure you I didn't mean to, but I did
nonetheless. Se here's my confession in its entirety. The Samurai
punishment for dishonor was death by your own hands. I feel it fitting
that I do the same. I have not chosen how or when just yet, but that
is what I must do. Please take care, Quatre.
Goodbye,
Relena
March 5, AC 197
Relena,
I only pray this reaches you in time. Hiiro didn't die. Thank God
you're a lousy shot because you hit his thigh, and not somewhere more
dangerous. I read him the letter you wrote to me, and he says he
understands what happened. Please respond if you receive this letter.
If you don't, we will still search for you.
Please respond,
Quatre