Hey, sorry for the wait. I am, or is, late in update because of procrastination, writer's block, and my frustration of hos to write this chapter better. I struggle with character interactions so, apologies if it sucks. Haha :p

Anyways, I just want to post this now so that I can get this out of the way. But I'll most likely come back to this and edit this to possibly add some things.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam franchise. This is merely for entertainment and recreation.

Lockon sat across Miss Sumeragi as she swigged the liquor in one go. Few people were in the mess hall and the sniper was glad for that fact. Reasonably so, every Celestial Being crew on their current base was being interrogated thoroughly. No clue as to who the traitors were.

"Hey, don't you think you're drinking a lot Miss Sumeragi." Making a motion for the bottle, the redhead woman leaned back hugging said object to close her chest.

"Please," their captain said weakly looking to the floor with her face taut and downcast. "Let me have this, Lockon."

Standing, he turned and walked towards the chef and quietly requested something from him. The oldest Gundam Meister set the object down in the table between him and the drunk Miss Sumeragi.

She let her confusion become clear because the woman only blinked and looked at the glass settled between. "A drink's better if you have someone to share it with," he stated holding the object before her.

Slowly and reluctantly, the drunk woman filled his glass. She remained silent and just chugged down the liquor without care. He understood what she felt. The weight on her shoulders, Operation Fallen Angel broke her.

For a while they remained distant, silent. Until he decided to break the solitude. It would not be good to keep such feelings in times like this.

"When we were young, Lyle and I went to the basement," he smiled forlornly gently shaking the object in his hand. He wanted to cry in happiness, and in sadness. But, he held the tears in bay in favor of savoring the sweet memory of the past. Every moment with his loved ones and those lost.

Something, he realized was one he did not do after he finished college. Before his buried rage returned threefold.

"We wanted to get a taste of the drink dad found good. At that age, we thought it was juice, so we broke into the cellar and managed to open a bottle. Our dad caught us before we can take a sip," the brunet man laughed softly and drank slowly before continuing, "Our mom beat us badwith words bad, and our little sister laughed at our plight. That's how our dad got the idea of putting more locks into the cellar."

"Wh…why," the redhead whispered then taking drink before hugging herself. "Why are you telling me this, "Lockon." He knew what the look she gave him was. Guilt. It was one he was very familiar with. The brunet saw that expression for many years as he grew in deep thought of what if he could had saved their family. Maybe he could have convinced them to leave the mall early or go somewhere else.

There was also resignation in those eyes of their tactical forecaster. Her flames that once empowered her being, slowly dimmed faded, and soon to disappear just as his throughout his younger years if he did not rekindle it.

Lockon's fire, as he grew lessened, and the gnawing pit of surrender in his heart grew. That was before he decided to light the dark pit with his red fury against the injustices done to him by these… monsters. The day of another bombing near Lyle's. It was the day that enough was enough!

All he had left to live for was Lyle. Everything was for Lyle. The blood spilled was for his younger twin, so that history will not repeat itself and to give his innocent brother a better life.

It helped that Lyle was there to turn my focus to only helping him.

"For years, I felt guilty of our family's death. Thinking I could change things," holding the glass tightly, the cold moist wet his calloused fingers. "I felt lost but, one day, I just lost it and decided to do something about it. I've no doubt you know my record. Joined the army, gained the rank of Lieutenant before I was recruited by Celestial Being."

Bitterness crept up to him as he thought of this, so he pushed it down with it deeply connected to Lichty, Christina, and Dr. Morino but also to their family. He had learned his lesson of letting fury control him. No, his emotions would have to wait. Someone needed his help.

"What kept me strong was holding on to good memories and my desire to help my brother. I wanted to give him a better life now that our parents are gone. So, I joined the army because I didn't want what happened with our family to happen to Lyle. To keep him safe"

He could clearly recall the heavy feeling returned in his chest. The way it pushed him. Made him focus. The feeling of desire, his desire, burning so bright.

"What I'm saying is," he sighed, "they may be gone, but I know our loved ones would never want us to cry for them forever. They would want us to move on and focus on the memories we had of them," added the sniper as he set his glass down. It may had kept his heart strong to wait and enact his revenge on the monster but still strong nonetheless.

Suddenly, the liquor turned bitter than it really was.

"Isn't that a bit hypocritical of you?"

The brunet downed the bitter liquid which burned his throat as he laughed. He knew that. But he could see Sumeragi Lee Noriega slowly walking that path. His path. He wouldn't want a woman such as her to fall and follow his path. A path of self destruction either from revenge or despair.

"I know."

Raising a glass, the tactical forecaster clanged her glass against his as he silently prayed for their souls.

Lagrange 2 base was quite small compared to the others. Though for now it fits nicely with their status Celestial being needed to hide, especially them who was being chased as per broadcasted earlier.

Lockon walked towards the mess hall with a stinging headache, feeling heavy and nose stuffed. He drunk too much last night as their Captain wept. All of her grievances, her failures, and insecurities revealed to him.

At one point, he too shared his story, or maybe some of them, but he wasn't sure how much. Perhaps he'd cry at one point too because his chest felt lighter than they were last night. All the Gundam Meister knew was that he had drank too much without his noticing.

Damn it, he clutched his head.A familiar voice echoed reaching outside as he passed the observation deck.

The man massaged his temple and went inside. Sitting along on the sofa, arms around her folded knee was Feldt. She didn't seem to register his presence entering.

"Yo," he greeted. His head pounded, but he still smiled despite that fact. Taking a seat next to her, he pulled the young woman to him, letting her head rest on his shoulder as she wept.

"It'll be fine Feldt," cooed Lockon. That weeping face didn't belong to to a youthful face such as the pinkette. No, he'd rather that he cry in Feldt's stead. "It'll be fine. You don't have to cry alone. I'll be here for you."

The brunet sniper didn't care if his shirt was wet from her tears. His young friend, sister in all but blood needed someone to lean on and he would gladly give it to her.

"Why." he heard her say. "Christy, Lichty."

Hand rubbing up and down her arms, Feldt's body trembled still. He knew what it felt like to weep for another but… Consoling was out of his area for him and Lyle grieve on their own. He had no one that supported him even as much as he wanted to ease his younger twin's suffering at that time.

"I know this won't make this better, or bring them back but," using his free hand, he lifted Feldt's chin up to meet his eyes. "I'm sure Chris wouldn't want you to waste your pretty face crying for her."

The pain may hurt now Feldt, his eyes brimmed with unshed tears as he looked at the young pink haired woman. But the pain will fade and scar. So, just cry it out.

His words may hurt her but, he had to ask this, "What did she say before…" he left the words unfinished knowing the girl would get his point.

Feldt cleared her eyes of tears. Still, her eyes were puffy and red from all the tears spilt. She choked, words broken but with patience the sniper waited for her to gather herself. For Feldt, he'd give her a million of years to gather herself.

"I… I… I have….," once again she broke. "Live fullest... keep the… fashion." Her words were hard to discern but he understood what she was saying. Lockon rubbed her back gently humming as he did so.

If possible, his heart twisted more at her pain, just as with Sumeragi. "See?" he said forcing a smile. "I'm sure she wouldn't want you to spend most of your time crying. C'mon," standing and holding out a hand. "We'll get through this together."

Feldt for her part looked like she wanted to hesitate. And Lockon wouldn't fault her for being wanting to be alone but, he knew to cry alone without others was painful. He wasn't there for Lyle, and he wouldn't make the same mistake as he did back then. The man hoped that she would accept.

Once more, the pinkette wiped her eyes. He smiled at her when she accepted his outstretched hands. Everyone was grieving, but they wouldn't be alone if he could help it.

Louis Halevy glared balefully at the footage show on the television on the big private living room of their house. What used to be so full of life, not felt so hollow for the only daughter of the Halevy family.

The footage shown was the rest of Operation Fallen Angel conducted by the UN forces two months ago and only released now under the urge of the people. "Die, Celestial Being," she said through gritted teeth. She watched it over and over again not caring if her eyes felt heavy, head throbbing painfully, or even it hurts so much to remain awake for more than four days. The heir of the Halevy family didn't care if her prosthesis throbbed, she still clenched her artificial arm in unkept anger.

A part of her knew that Saji wouldn't want to see her like this but… Saji was not here with her. Her other half was in space, working towards his dream for her sake. For the promised she'd made him do.

The blonde wanted to just run and hug her lover as she cry all of her anger, sorrow, and hatred. But she couldn't. Not without stopping his dream which she couldn't do.

She also wouldn't, couldn't, let Saji see her like this. It'd break his heart to see her in a state like this.

A knock on the door made her turn and glare at he audacity on of one her helpers. "Miss Halevy?" greeted a meek and shy voice head just barely seen in the dark room.

Louise wanted to snap at her for breaking her peace, but she had the sense to not do so. "What is it?" she regarded coldly.

"The appointed visitor has come. He is waiting for you in the common room."

If her mother hadn't taught her patience she would've lashed out and told them to leave her alone. But she couldn't. With great hesitation, she took a bath, freshen herself up, and looked the part of a wealthy family heir.

She descended the stairs and to the common room on the left. "Sorry for making you wait. These days had been hard for me. I'm Louise Halevy," she said politely giving none of the image of a crying girl, but a composed woman as held out a hand. "You were really persistent in your appointment with me, Mr…." she racked her brain for the name but couldn't remember it.

"Ribbons Almark," the green-haired man introduced himself, voiced smooth, taking her hand. Ribbons Almark, was a man possibly ten years ahead of her or near that estimation. His hair kempt properly and wearing a fine black suit that was clearly expensive as a car. Ribbon Almark's lime colored tie looked good on his by complementing his hair. "My sincerest condolence for your family, Ms. Halevy. I wouldn't have troubled you if I did not deem it important."

Taking a seat in front of the man, she crossed her legs, careful not to let the man ogle her form from the skirt. "What is it?" Louise decided to be straight and asked the other right away. "If it's a business you had with father…," she sighed lowly, "I'm sorry but I don't know how to help you with that for he was very secretive about his matters."

A maid entered the room and set down a tray of the finest tea and light snacks they had. Ribbons Almark gently gracefully lifted a cup and took a sip. "No, I came here for you personally."

The young woman merely raised her eyebrows in waiting for his clarification. "You see, we have reason to believe during the, excuse my manner," Ribbons cleared his throat, "Halevy family incident, you were expose directly to GN Particles directly, were you not? We haven ot yet known the full effects of direct contact with such particles before and we believe them to have dire effects on your body than we are led to believe. With your permission, I would like to study your condition."

Louise clutched her head. Ribbons Almark was spot on his words. She was experiencing something. From time to time headaches would persist. She had been to many doctors, but none could determine the cause. Tempted, put one hand on her temple as if thinking about it when another headache had struck her again.

Hands shaking ever so slightly on the teacup as she drank, she responded, "Pardon Mr. Almark, you are correct. It's dire. Headache comes now and then, I've already consulted many doctors but none of them can determine the cause. How can you be sure you could?"

An arrogant smile, sure eyes found itself in the green haired man's face as he set the tea down. He mirrored her actiions but it was one of great confidence unlike hers masking inner pain. "Why, Miss Halevy, we have the best humanity has to offer. Technology, procedures, people, you name it. Within a year, I speculate we can find what's causing you trouble."

"I…," she groaned. If Ribbons and whoever he's working for can assure him then Louise promised that she would help them in any way. She hated, cursed even, Celestial Being for they were at fault at her current state. She swore she find the pilot responsible for her being. For her pain. For her loneliness. There were no reports of the destruction of the red one. By her family's name, she would destroy it! "I… I accept."

Edit: Sorry for the format. I forgot the Linebreak.