The solar reactor. [His answer was almost absent minded.
He managed to tear his eyes away from the 0 Gundam, that feeling of reverence fading, being replaced with something hinting of melancholy, as he looked over a battlefield that he hadn't seen in years. All around them, several Azadistan ANF's, the mobile suits that had been laying waste to the KPSA moments ago, lay trashed and dormant. Holes had been blown in each of their cockpits, and all that remained of their former pilots were ash, and that distinctive ionized scent of a high energy particle beam.
Dead bodies littered the landscape everywhere; children, the bulk of them. All of them were the same age as the younger Setsuna, were dressed similarly, and each of them were just as heavily armed. None of them were moving, though. Setsuna looked over to see one boy hanging lifelessly out of the side of modified workloader, killed in a machine they never should been behind the controls of.
It had taken him three days to bury them all.
The rest of the victims were adults; soldiers, clearly, by the way they were dressed and armed. All of them died fighting children, all over a God that never existed to begin with. But Gundam put an end to that fight, and Setsuna once again focused on the machine in the skies above.]
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He managed to tear his eyes away from the 0 Gundam, that feeling of reverence fading, being replaced with something hinting of melancholy, as he looked over a battlefield that he hadn't seen in years. All around them, several Azadistan ANF's, the mobile suits that had been laying waste to the KPSA moments ago, lay trashed and dormant. Holes had been blown in each of their cockpits, and all that remained of their former pilots were ash, and that distinctive ionized scent of a high energy particle beam.
Dead bodies littered the landscape everywhere; children, the bulk of them. All of them were the same age as the younger Setsuna, were dressed similarly, and each of them were just as heavily armed. None of them were moving, though. Setsuna looked over to see one boy hanging lifelessly out of the side of modified workloader, killed in a machine they never should been behind the controls of.
It had taken him three days to bury them all.
The rest of the victims were adults; soldiers, clearly, by the way they were dressed and armed. All of them died fighting children, all over a God that never existed to begin with. But Gundam put an end to that fight, and Setsuna once again focused on the machine in the skies above.]
It was built with the power to eradicate war.