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It wasn't in the perfume she wore, the way she dressed or how she styled her hair. Yet warmth and light seemed to stream from Relena Dorlian's fragile form and into the darkness of Heero Yuy's heart. She was not immortal, invincible or incredibly intelligent, but for some reason he could not kill her. She was merely human with her own joys and sorrows like anyone else, yet she carried with her a love of people and of peace. And it was this love, this light that would carry her through the war and beyond, that would lead her into a brighter future where her ideals would be realized, where peace could finally be achieved.
And then....and then there would no longer be a need for him. For the same way the dark hides from the light of the sun, the warrior cannot live in the world of the pacifist. But still he fought, fought for her and her ideals, fought because it was the only thing he knew how to do. The reverse of everything she believed and of everything she was; emotionless, heartless, soulless yet she loved him. Enemies but lovers, they must dance to the music of this endless waltz.
It wasn't in the perfume she wore, the way she dressed or how she styled her hair. Yet warmth and light seemed to stream from Relena Dorlian's fragile form and into the darkness of Heero Yuy's heart. She was not immortal, invincible or incredibly intelligent, but for some reason he could not kill her. She was merely human with her own joys and sorrows like anyone else, yet she carried with her a love of people and of peace. And it was this love, this light that would carry her through the war and beyond, that would lead her into a brighter future where her ideals would be realized, where peace could finally be achieved.
And then....and then there would no longer be a need for him. For the same way the dark hides from the light of the sun, the warrior cannot live in the world of the pacifist. But still he fought, fought for her and her ideals, fought because it was the only thing he knew how to do. The reverse of everything she believed and of everything she was; emotionless, heartless, soulless yet she loved him. Enemies but lovers, they must dance to the music of this endless waltz.
