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It was a bark. It was louder now; enough that it woke Heero again from his thoughts. The sirens were loud too. He would have to leave very soon, for Wing Zero could be easily spotted from a distance, and although it did have a rather complex and impressive self-defense system, without Heero, it was vulnerable to anyone cunning enough to surpass the machine's animated hopes for survival.

Instantly, his feet picked up pace, running towards where the sound was strong. His eyes were almost blinded in this dust, faltering over large, abstract things, things he did not know what were nor cared. He only thought of that faint sound, a faint barking, a faint… cry for help? Heero did not know how to identify it but to see it for himself, which is exactly what he planned to do.

Fallen structures and turned over vehicles lined the roads. The OZ base barely stood where it once had been, lying now smoldered and unidentifiable. The colony was an ugly gray, or at least this part of it. Heero was not stupid. Wing Zero's beam had been very specific, targeting only the area in which he ran. Although both world and colonies were against him so much to even loath him and his missions, Heero knew better than to target the supposedly innocent public. He was trained not to do so, not to involve those who didn't have anything to do with the fall of the Alliance. It was all a part of the conscious code of conduct within every noble soldier in a possibly weak attempt to bring some sort of truth to the belief in a "just war". Moreover, Heero did not have a care to hurt the innocent. That's not to say that he constantly felt anxious over their well being, he just knew that wasting his time on those things was beneficial to no one.

Suddenly, Heero's thoughts ceased, shut up like a candle extinguished in the wind. No words came to play, no emotions registered. Instead, frozen, motionless, his vision only lay before him, looking onwards into the dusty vicinity that surrounding him like somber graves.

He swallowed, deeply, until it nearly choked him. Something was writhing within his body, a feeling of ugly remorse that doubled each passing second. He couldn't come to believe what he saw, he didn't want to believe nor even think it. Although having seen such images plenty of times over, it didn't seem real this time around. He felt weakened, so suddenly weakened and fragile. It was too unexpected. Many things were unexpected.

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