Freedom
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Do you miss Freedom?
It was a quiet summer night on the back porch, and she asked the question under her breath. Kira considered the literal meaning and his Gundam for a while, and knew Lacus' question meant both. Once Lacus Clyne owned everything a girl could ever dream of, and her decision to bestow wings to a stranger had stripped her off from everything she possessed. One sacrifice she made was to fill in the hollowness in his heart, and there were things that she couldn't regain once lost.
So, he answered for both as well.
You are my everything.
Now, as he realized that every of his attack aimed at Impulse has failed, wondering fleetingly if his opponent has knew this would happen. Each of the pilot's attack had sheer anger engraved in it, so perfect yet so sad. He wondered if his adversary had experienced as much pain as him, and as he reached out for Archangel, the blow could no longer be avoided.
Lacus had given him these wings, and his Freedom was burnt alive with him in it, cutting away the wings that had flown him so many times. Scorching metal pierced through the cockpit, one short moment that he felt his world was dying and there's only one person he could think of.
Lacus, I'll always love you.
The shuttle had penetrated the earth's atmosphere by the time he said it, half of his line was eaten by outer space, but Kira bit his lip because she knew, she always knew. She understood him too well, and he knew her too less.