I don't own Gundam Seed.
It looked so lonely.
It was bizarre to think that to, because it wasn't alone at all. The stone stood amongst hundreds of others. Hundreds upon hundreds of old worn inscriptions. Hundreds upon hundreds who had embraced death, for the sake of others.
Life had been so hectic then. Everyday, a new battle. They had assumed back then. They had assured themselves their skills would be enough for them. For the most part, they where. Little scratches came and went, that was unavoidable. And scars appeared that would never leave. Could, never leave.
But they had signed up for that.
However, they never actually thought one of them would die.
He supposed they should have known…should have realized the odds. But they never bothered. At first, the word soldier was just that. A word. At first, it brought forth enthusiasm, and the sense of adventure he had been so longing for at the time. Though as the seriousness of the situation increased, the meaning changed. Soldier, became a term. What they lived by. Who they where. What they where. And what they always would be. The blood was forever on their hands.
It was deplorable, what they did. They killed. Plenty of people did. It was survival. And for that, he could never forgive himself. Death was something beyond anyone, was what he was beginning to realize.
It was only a simple, one syllable word. And the sound just rolled off your tongue. Like they where made to say it. To accept it. You can't live without accepting the fact that your existence is limited.
Humans fear the unknown.
The dark.
The shadows.
Death…
We fear it because we don't know what it really is. After all, how could we? We all have our beliefs of what lays beyond, we all have our questions.
And even if they could live forever…how long is that?
What was immortality?
Athrun sighed. Even his mind tried to direct the thought of death away. It was scary really. To think that death could happen to everyone. Would happen to everyone. Because know one really thought that such a sweet boy would be forced to face demise. He was just too…nice.
Yet here it stood. The grave stone.
The gravestone of Nicol Amarfi.
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