Final
Death, of course, was an alternative.
Treize knew the differences between Earth and the Colonies.
The Colonies did not have the heavy muskiness, the sounds and movements. It was dull, dry and beautiful like a diamond. What the Colonies tried to replicate ended being manufactured and false.
Earth was wild and chaotic, and lacked the order and structure that was the base of the Colonies. Wars had been endlessly fought over water, land and power. Earth had been stained with blood.
The Colonies could die, falter and stop running the ever important air circulation systems. The Colonies could stop spinning, drift in space and be consumed by the heavy, hot sun. One man could kill a colony, with one shot and for one brief moment a colony would resemble a supernova.
Earth would one day be consumed by the sun, but life had existed for millions of years and would exist, independant, for millions more. With, or without humans, Earth would still flourish and produce life. Flowers would blood, tree rings would expand and animals would multiply and perish. Life on earth did not rest on one species.
Knowing that he had caused thousands of deaths did not cause him to lose countless nights of sleep. Treize was to pragmatic, too practical to fall to the plague of doubts that rested just out of sight of his restless mind.
But, death, as itself, was a constant thought that never left his mind.
Passion of his face lasted a moment, as hands trailed down sweaty skin. Life had become grey existence. His own life was not meaningless, his past actions has assured him that.
Bread held only bitterness, wine was brief and consumed thoughtlessly and sex, no longer pleased him.
Hands passing his nipples, a mouth desperately meeting his own and disappointed by Treize's frozen inaction.
Faces swarmed in his mind, Une, her eyes flashing between her two selves. Names he could recite a thousand time and never make a mistake.
And Zechs, his Zechs.
What went through his mind as he was launched into space, he never disclosed anyone. Treize knew however, that this decision had been made a long time ago.
Earth is distant, clouds hiding his homeland. Treize smiles, and looks towards to his destination.
He tries to stop him, knowing that the bitter fate that Zechs has chosen, wasn't meant for the Peacecraft prince. All those years ago, he never should have accepted Zechs's pleas for help.
It ends in light, and Treize savours the beautiful endless silence that space should be.