Everything was cold. The lights slowly went out in the cockpit of the Omega Gundam. He could see the warnings and alarms going off in his HUD, but they all went silent as he sat there waiting for the inevitable. The void wrapped its freezing arms around him. "This is death, he thought." It was the most frightening thought at first that this is how he would end up, but then he remembered that Death was an old friend. Throughout his life he saw the looks on his comrades' faces as they left the world. Some smiled as they passed on while others cringed as their final moments passed over them.

He could no longer move his hands nor feet. The only way he could tell he was still alive was by every motion of his chest moving up and down an the shivers that went down his spine as the void ripped and dragged his mobile suit around like a ragdoll. He laid his head back, and came to terms with himself, repenting his sins and making peace with everyone he knew.

Then a light appeared, "This is the after life I assume,' he muttered to himself, "welcome me with open arms." He took his final breath and everything around him went silent.