I wonder, when I watch the news, what my own son is like. I haven't seen him since he was three years old. I gave him to a man I thought would take care of him, and never saw either of them again. I wonder if my son is still alive. Or is he dead, in some hopeless battle? Did he pilot a mobile suit for Oz? Or was he one of those 'Gundam pilots'?
Is one of those boys that fought so hard and saw so much bloodshed my son? A hero?
I don't know. The man promised the boy would be able to look after himself. Did he mean that he would teach the boy his way, the assassin's way? Or did he simply mean the boy would be equipped for life as well as he could manage?
I don't know. The blue eyes of one of those boys, the one they call 01... those cold assassin's eyes... they could belong to my son. It's possible. His eyes are just like mine, but harder, crueller. And my baby son had blue eyes, cobalt blue.
I knew my son was going to be strong, and clever, and quiet. But a killer? A hero? Surely not.
Is one of those boys my son? I will never know, there is no way I will associate myself with the Gundam pilots or anyone who fought in war. I lost my husband to the war and I probably lost my son - I don't want to know for sure.
Still... I wonder... is my son a hero?
