Looking back on these past few days changed my way of thinking slightly. I know the terrible things Gamo's done in the past, and in the present. I still remember what he did to me all those years ago. But there's one thing I can't overlook.
He woke me up.
That day, when performing the operation to save my life, sure, everything changed. Yes, I do remember what I said about the consequences, but he wanted me to live. And I did.
Yes, I remember what I said about how life had turned out for me, but I need to make this clear. He woke me a second time.
It was a short time ago, during the final fight between the Psychic Assasin group, and the other cyborgs, just before the ship was about to explode from Phil's energy. Gamo woke me up from the sleep he put me into. I heard him tell me that he didn't want me to die. In those few seconds, several thoughts were at the front of my mind. One was just said aloud.
"Father, you did the best you could." He smiled, briefly.
I know, you're probably wondering why I said that out of everything else. I'll tell you. There may be certain points I can't forgive all too easily, but I had to let him know… that I knew. I felt as though I should've let him know, just before his death.
Lately, I've I thought about what Dr. Gilmore had said to me about Gamo, and my reply to it.
It was honest, mind you.
Silently, Gilmore looked over the psychic infant in the bassinet, momentarily pausing his regular pattern of pen against paper. In turn, said infant tilted his head slightly to watch the doctor.
It was as though a silent message had been sent across the two, as Ivan's head assumed its previous position, and Dr. Gilmore resumed writing into a journal.
Yes, I know the voice is off but… I felt as though I had to felt something set on the recent story arc, slightly contradicting that earlier entry for Ivan. Sure, Gamo isn't exactly the nicest guy but… he still had a bit of humanity in him. It just took him a while to see it. Decided not to make it really really deep this time. Just brief thoughts.
C009 never was, and never will belong to me. Viva Shotaro Ishinomori!
-Sweatdrop- …But seriously, hail the true creator. And in case you're wondering about certain others who don't have stories, I'm working on them.