Little hint to the ending: It's almost as if the character is speaking to you, isn't it? Muha...
Synopsis:
A mutated gene, resulting from a recessive allele triggered in random second generation coordinators is all that separate the Scindogen Coordinators from their Unigen Coordinator kin. With no where else to turn, young Scindogen seek safety and are given instead an ultimatum: fight or die where they stand. These young people, thrust into a cycle of events they have yet to comprehend, may bring about revolution or universal holocaust.
This isn't really like a chapter. It's just something to link the intro to the rest of the fic. Consider it a bridge. 3
My silence has bought me a room in the barracks with the other good soldiers. I have a window now. It is too small for a body to fit through, in case someone grew too desperate. The three-story fall from my window would be an act of utter desperation. To combat these feelings, we are 'soothed' by spartan furnishings and stark walls. Like the mental health ward at a sanatorium. I like that word- sanatorium. We are the residents of the ZAFT sanatorium. Our illness is one that cannot be cured.
A mirror.
What a simple desire.
Yet...
Only the glossy white linoleum sea at my feet offers distorted glimpses. Glimpses of my flaws. Of my illness.
As a child I used to be fascinated with my eyes. I would sit and stare into a mirror for hours, watching how the unique tapetum membrane reflected as an eerie green sheen across my pupils. Much like a cat's eyes when caught passing between the realms of light and shadow. A creature of the night that is able to walk in the light- that it what I am. As I have learned since my days of peering into my mother's antique mirror, this trait is not something to be admired. Rather, it is something to be feared and hated.
Everyone in the Scindogen barracks has either bright blue or green tapeta. I assume that the Unigen living on the base have stories about catching frightening glimpses of irredescent orbs staring back at them from behind the double-paned windows of the Scindogen 'ward'. Sometimes I want to speak with the Unigen. Say, 'don't be frightened! It's just a reflective membrane behind our retina!' Because the reflected light from the tapetum can cause the images to appear blurry, we have an excess number of receptor cells in our eyes to decipher the blurred images, so therefore our eyes are much more acute than even a Unigen. That only makes sense.
Coordinators were made to be superior to Naturals. As we exist to be superior to the original Unigen Coordinators. Everyone can see how readily the Naturals accepted beings superior unto them... the Scindogen were accepted by the Unigen in a similar matter. As I've stated earlier, humanity walks a cyclical path.
Through these distorted eyes of mine I've seen many things. I've seen human pride and ignorance and hatred. I've seen human humility and compassion and love. I've seen the truth and lies of our time. I've seen life through the eyes of a Scindogen.