It was nice at that last school. I had a lot of friends there. They were
all very kind, as well. It hurt to have to lie to them, though. Oz is
getting smarter, even if Duo says that they can't get any smarter 'cause
their brains can't hold more than two brain cells. They have discovered
what we usually chose as names for ourselves, so most of us couldn't use
even one of our names.
One of the girls there seemed like she would understand what we were doing. I feel bad for her, I can almost still feel her. She was the kind that would worry about her friends until it was confirmed that they were either safe or dead. She will never get that for us. Max, Odin, Triton, Rashin, and Chang never actually existed. But, I always feel sorry for doing that to those people. It would be so much easier on them if they could know the truth, but Heero says that there are spies everywhere.
Some people think that there is nothing between black and white. That the world is either good or bad, right or wrong; there is no in between. But I live my life in the gray; the area between black and white. I wish I could tell the truth to those people, but they could be killed. I want the war to end, but I don't approve of the methods we are using. I am a pacifist killer. I guess that makes me a walking, talking oxymoron.
We're all oxymorons, though. Every one of the Gundam pilots. Innocent and guilty, happy and sad, young but old. That is the way we live our lives. We live between black and white, where reality is at its most simple complexity.
A/N: Okay, I know it's been awhile and this is another short chapter, but I was asked to make a second chapter focusing on the boys. This is how I see Quatre reacting to all the lies, since he is such an 'innocent' person.
One of the girls there seemed like she would understand what we were doing. I feel bad for her, I can almost still feel her. She was the kind that would worry about her friends until it was confirmed that they were either safe or dead. She will never get that for us. Max, Odin, Triton, Rashin, and Chang never actually existed. But, I always feel sorry for doing that to those people. It would be so much easier on them if they could know the truth, but Heero says that there are spies everywhere.
Some people think that there is nothing between black and white. That the world is either good or bad, right or wrong; there is no in between. But I live my life in the gray; the area between black and white. I wish I could tell the truth to those people, but they could be killed. I want the war to end, but I don't approve of the methods we are using. I am a pacifist killer. I guess that makes me a walking, talking oxymoron.
We're all oxymorons, though. Every one of the Gundam pilots. Innocent and guilty, happy and sad, young but old. That is the way we live our lives. We live between black and white, where reality is at its most simple complexity.
A/N: Okay, I know it's been awhile and this is another short chapter, but I was asked to make a second chapter focusing on the boys. This is how I see Quatre reacting to all the lies, since he is such an 'innocent' person.
