Word count : 152
Summary: Shinn reflects on the loyalty of those around him and that of himself.
Memory of a Voice
"Be strong, Shinn. Believe in the chairman. He is right."
Shinn always felt out of place, somehow, when he heard the fierce, raw passion in Rey's words. Am I supposed to be like that? he'd think, and his hand would fall to his pocket, fingers slipping protectively around a certain object. Because I'm fighting…for ZAFT, right?--and he'd feel confused, thinking of Athrun.
But the truth was…There was a jingle of charms as a cell phone snapped open, thumb sliding over a familiar button. It wasn't really for ZAFT that he fought. It wasn't Orb either. In the end, it was to the voice he heard when no other could reach his panic, when he was terrified and confused and angry, not knowing which way to go or what to do.
"Hi! Mayu here! But I'm sorry, I…"
It was for her. Shinn's hand clenched. She was the one that held his heart.