Dream 03.
Setsuna was running.
Or, more accurately, he was scrambling for cover - sprinting for his life. The heavy thud of the mobile suit's footsteps shook the ground, causing him to stumble but not fall... it didn't see him yet, but that wouldn't last. A loud burst of gunfire split the air, and Setsuna reflexively flinched, wondering if in the next instant he'd be dead ... but it wasn't aimed at him.
He crouched behind a piece of rubble, clutching the rifle to his chest, looking to see if he'd been spotted. There were four - no, five - of them, and one was turning his way. Setsuna held as still as he dared, but... had it seen him? It raised its weapon, Setsuna froze, knowing that these were his last few seconds, and then...
A light.
He felt and heard the explosion - then four others - but never actually noticed them, turning up to the light. The mobile suit, radiating the angelic wings... it was so beautiful. So heavenly. Setsuna could stare up at it in wonder all day...
"Ho ho! Good luck with that, you little Kurdish brat! It looks like it'll take more than that to exterminate you." The voice was gloating, hateful, and Setsuna recognized it immediately, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Suddenly, he wasn't a child anymore. He was tall, he was grown, and he spun around, Celestial Being-issue pistol in hand to aim at that man --
"Soran! Why?! Why, Soran!"
It wasn't Ali, it was his...
He couldn't stop himself from firing in time.
......
Or, more accurately, he was scrambling for cover - sprinting for his life. The heavy thud of the mobile suit's footsteps shook the ground, causing him to stumble but not fall... it didn't see him yet, but that wouldn't last. A loud burst of gunfire split the air, and Setsuna reflexively flinched, wondering if in the next instant he'd be dead ... but it wasn't aimed at him.
He crouched behind a piece of rubble, clutching the rifle to his chest, looking to see if he'd been spotted. There were four - no, five - of them, and one was turning his way. Setsuna held as still as he dared, but... had it seen him? It raised its weapon, Setsuna froze, knowing that these were his last few seconds, and then...
A light.
He felt and heard the explosion - then four others - but never actually noticed them, turning up to the light. The mobile suit, radiating the angelic wings... it was so beautiful. So heavenly. Setsuna could stare up at it in wonder all day...
"Ho ho! Good luck with that, you little Kurdish brat! It looks like it'll take more than that to exterminate you." The voice was gloating, hateful, and Setsuna recognized it immediately, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Suddenly, he wasn't a child anymore. He was tall, he was grown, and he spun around, Celestial Being-issue pistol in hand to aim at that man --
"Soran! Why?! Why, Soran!"
It wasn't Ali, it was his...
He couldn't stop himself from firing in time.
......