Rusty Failed.
I lie on my bed across from Rusty's, in the room we shared. I've packed his things. They're lying neatly piled on his bed awaiting shipment back to his family.
Rusty's dead; Miguel's dead. I'm fighting tears now, drifting a little above the bed as the ship gets underway. I'm not just crying for them, I'm crying for myself, too. I saw you today Kira and suddenly the deadness left me.
I froze inside the day they killed my mother and Junius Seven. I threw myself into the role of soldier: top graduate from ZAFT Academy; part of an elite team; a soldier to the bone. Mercifully, I didn't really feel anymore…
My roommate and comrade from the Academy, was killed before my eyes today. But all I could think about was the success of the mission. I reported to Miguel. I didn't say "Rusty's dead", all I could think or say was "Rusty failed." I couldn't even acknowledge his humanity.
But lying here, I realise I'm no longer that frozen soldier. I can feel pain again. Kira, why the hell did you have to be there? If you'd not been there, Miguel would be alive, and I'd still be safely dead inside…..
