Gundam SEED’s Final Destination

After handing the flowers to the robot, Lux pulled the slightly stiff Aslan to sit down in a pavilion in the backyard garden.

"Sorry, I couldn't come back for the memorial service."

Because of the reason for the missed appointment, Aslan's first sentence was an apology.

"It's okay, I've already prayed for my aunt." Lux smiled lightly.

A look of surprise flashed in Aslan's eyes upon hearing this, and he said with a low expression, "Thank you!"

That tragedy took her mother's life.

It was also death, but instead of praying for the deceased because of his mother, he created more deaths on the battlefield.

Looking at his own actions, Aslan's heart is extremely complicated.

Lux slowly got up, filled Aslan's cup with the hot tea sent from a distance, and pushed it over, saying, "I heard you're coming back, I've been waiting to see you, how much can you do this time? for a while?"

"Uh...this..."

"Because of the task, my vacation itinerary is almost not arranged according to the regular schedule..."

Aslan was vague.

In fact, every time she came to see Lux, Aslan felt a little guilty, because no matter how she broke her appointment or broke her trust, Lux always received her happily and cheerfully.

This made Aslan feel that he did not deserve to be treated like this.

Coupled with his clumsy and restrained personality, he often couldn't let go, and couldn't chat with Lux naturally. Over time, he also became impatient.

Of course, he also really wanted to make an appointment with Lux for the next meeting, but the recent time and war made him unable to agree readily.

"A task... Aslan, you are also working very hard."

After Lux finished speaking, as if she had thought of something unintentionally, she couldn't help but whisper, and said, "It seems that more and more people have joined the army recently, and several of my friends have also joined the army... ·"

Lux said at the end, with an uncharacteristically sad expression on her face.

Facing the heartbreaking picture of Lux, Aslan couldn't bear to look away, and couldn't even say words of comfort, because—he was a soldier.

"The war seems to be getting worse..."

Lux didn't seem to see Aslan's eyes, she just stared at the ocean in the distance.

"I'm sorry····"

Aslan murmured an apology, he originally joined the war to end the war a moment earlier, but the fact was that his hands were covered in blood, and the war still existed.

Even because of 'our own reasons', the subsequent war may be more intense.

"Aslan, you don't need to apologize, because you're not fighting for killing, are you?" Lux said and couldn't help reaching out to Aslan's profile.

Facing Lux's gentleness and 'questioning', Aslan's eyes flashed with struggle and grief.

"Speaking of this, I remember that Mr. Noll and Mr. Nigel seem to have returned with you, right?"

Lux looked at Aslan's struggle, and couldn't bear it in her heart, so she couldn't help changing the subject.

"Huh? Hmm." Aslan nodded and replied.

"What about Yitzhak and Diaka?" Lux continued to ask.

"They went to Earth." Although Aslan was puzzled, he told Lux ​​the whereabouts of the two.

Besides, this kind of thing is not a secret to Lux.

"That's it, what a pity..." Lux said with a regretful look on her face at the right time.

"Huh?" Aslan looked puzzled.

"It seems that we haven't seen each other for a long time since you graduated." Lux's face was a little sad.

"Well, yes." Aslan couldn't help recalling the past when he heard this.

"Long time no see, you seem to be in good spirits."

In the garden of a villa in Colonial Satellite No. 4.

In the man's teasing voice, a black-clothed, blindfolded Cruze walked over slowly.

"You still have the heart to drink tea at this time. It seems that your harvest is very good."

Cruzer laughed, pulled out the bench and sat down.

"Well, even if I'm in a hurry, it won't help, are you right?" Long hair, brown eyes, elegant but majestic, full of the freedom and ease revealed in the magnetic words, people can't help but want to get close to him.

"Da da--"

Just when Cruze was about to say something, a young man with yellow hair came over not far away with coffee.

"Long time no see, Ray Za Barrell."

Cruzer looked at the 'self' in front of him. In addition to bitterness, there was also a hint of warmth in his heart, but this warmth was not enough to melt his cold heart.

"Long time no see, Mr. Cruze."

As Lei spoke, he placed two cups of coffee in front of the two of them, then turned and left with the plate in his hand.

"By the way, Lei, make more lunch."

Looking at Lei who was about to leave, Durandal suddenly stopped him, and then smiled at Cruzer, "Would you like to stay?"

Lei Wenyan turned to look at Cruzer.

Cruzer took a sip of his coffee and didn't speak, or he didn't know for a moment whether he should refuse or accept.

"Excuse me, Ray."

As a close friend of Cruze, Durandal quickly made a decision for Cruzer.

"You are serious!"

After Ray finished speaking, he turned around and left the garden with the dinner plate in his arms.

"It can be seen that he seems very happy."

Looking at Lei's leaving back, Durandal couldn't help laughing.

Ray Za Barrel, a clone just like Cruze, has an inexplicable connection between the two.

Maybe Lei didn't notice it, or maybe he couldn't understand it.

But whenever he met Cruze, the muscles on his face loosened a little.

"Haha." Cruzer smiled. Are two people who were destined to end in tragedy right from birth?

Seeing that Cruze was reluctant to say more, and didn't intend to talk more on this topic, Durandal asked instead, "How effective is that thing?"

"It looks like ~www.readwn.com~ is very good."

Cruzer knew exactly what Durandal was talking about.

"As long as you are satisfied."

Durandal nodded secretly when he heard the words, and then he seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help but continue: "But do you really want to do this? Maybe he will get out of your control."

Hearing this, Cruzer couldn't help looking up at Durandal, looking at the eyes that had not changed from beginning to end, Cruzer suddenly laughed and said, "I never thought about controlling anyone, at best I Just a guide."

"You still like sophistry." Durandal was not surprised by Cruze's answer.

"Sophistry? 'Some things can only work best in the hands of certain people'. This is your mantra, and he has the right to know the 'truth'."

This is the truest thought in Cruze's heart. He is only a guide - a guide who leads mankind to destruction.

As for whether human beings will really be destroyed, and how, none of this has much to do with themselves.

Because I just passed on the things that stupid humans have mastered to each other.

As for whether they use it and how to use it, it is all their own choice.

"Truth, what a wonderful word." Durandal smiled dumbly and turned his head to look at the distant scenery.

Cruzer didn't answer, just followed Durandal's line of sight, and there was a faint glint in his eyes.

Was it finally discovered?

But thinking about it carefully, it is normal to be discovered. After all, he is Durandal, but he just doesn't know what he plans to do.

Thinking about it, I'm really... excited.