Yes, [ she agrees almost sadly ] yes it does. Often, to those who are undeserving of it.
[ here, she isn't thinking of herself. she's thinking of heero, who has been through god knows what while undergoing the rigorous training doctor j put him through in order to turn an innocent boy into a highly trained assassin. she's thinking of quatre winner, from a family of pacifists, who took up piloting a gundam to defend the idea of peace, because fighting was the only way to achieve that. in the past, growing up too fast and discarding their innocence was the only way. she's tired of that being the only way. the world she wants to create will have no need for such ultimatums.
as for non-humans, well, that concept may be a little hard for her to grasp at first, but it's not entirely farfetched. after all, "newtype" humans were a very real thing in her time. humans who had evolved past the expected human capacity; humans — like heero and quatre — who had the ability to master and control the zero system. and quatre, whose empathic nature made her admire his convictions even more. she couldn't imagine doing the things the gundams had to do while having that ability. ]
Wise? I wouldn't call myself that. [ though it's not the first time she's been called that. ] ...no. No, I don't suppose I do. I think the last time I stopped dealing with reality, it was two years ago. During the war. It was only a moment, but I let myself relax. But it was just a moment. All you can really do is hold on to those moments.
[ leaning against a system's console in a control room they'd snuck into while heero searched through libra's database for her brother's location. for just a moment, they were just a pair of teenagers, but the moment hadn't lasted long at all. i've found zechs... ]
John. Alright. In that case, I insist that you call me Relena.
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[ here, she isn't thinking of herself. she's thinking of heero, who has been through god knows what while undergoing the rigorous training doctor j put him through in order to turn an innocent boy into a highly trained assassin. she's thinking of quatre winner, from a family of pacifists, who took up piloting a gundam to defend the idea of peace, because fighting was the only way to achieve that. in the past, growing up too fast and discarding their innocence was the only way. she's tired of that being the only way. the world she wants to create will have no need for such ultimatums.
as for non-humans, well, that concept may be a little hard for her to grasp at first, but it's not entirely farfetched. after all, "newtype" humans were a very real thing in her time. humans who had evolved past the expected human capacity; humans — like heero and quatre — who had the ability to master and control the zero system. and quatre, whose empathic nature made her admire his convictions even more. she couldn't imagine doing the things the gundams had to do while having that ability. ]
Wise? I wouldn't call myself that. [ though it's not the first time she's been called that. ] ...no. No, I don't suppose I do. I think the last time I stopped dealing with reality, it was two years ago. During the war. It was only a moment, but I let myself relax. But it was just a moment. All you can really do is hold on to those moments.
[ leaning against a system's console in a control room they'd snuck into while heero searched through libra's database for her brother's location. for just a moment, they were just a pair of teenagers, but the moment hadn't lasted long at all. i've found zechs... ]
John. Alright. In that case, I insist that you call me Relena.