Note: From a drabble meme. lomelinde_sama requested: I want ... Treize ... and I want him ... while he's in the last battle. Not when he's about to die, but you know, before, when he's in the thick of the battle in Tallgeese II. (Looking back, this didn't fill the request, exactly. Doh! Oh well. This was years ago, and that's my excuse.
Pulse canons wrack through Tallgeese II, hurling me against the straps with such force that I lose my breath. I grimace and then bare a snarl, thrusting the saber into a doll as it tries to interfere with the battle between me and Chang Wufei.
I will have none of it. Those abominations of humanity, they will not be mourning my death. But I grimace again when the Dragon strikes me hard, battering Tallgeese like the favored toy of an irate child. He is yelling something that vibrates from deep in his bones, but I can barely hear him over the pounding blood rushing to my head.
I am angry. I am more angry than I have ever been in my life, but I am not angry at this Dragon who seeks to understand me. I am angry at Dermail. I am angry at Milliardo. I am angry at Dorothy Catalonia, and I am angry at the lost and terrible people fighting this war, because they have forgotten who they are. I came here to fight Milliardo so that I could wake him up, make him see--he is my mistake and he should have never become a soldier, he is far too beautiful to become the ugliness that I stand for, that I created him to be. He fights like a ravaged pacifist against the boy who calls himself Heero Yuy, another soldier who should have never been. They will kill each other and it will be a waste of humanity that this planet will never understand. It is disgusting, that they should bleed for wretched mistakes of others. Watching them fight is nearly as hopeless as fighting the dolls themselves.
And I am angry at Dorothy Catalonia because she controls those dolls. Those disgusting, vile dolls, those machines with that system loaded into them, the filthiest creation of warfare since the age of nuclear bombs. How dare she wield such a thing! She steals the very soul of this battle, and she turns it into nothing more than child's play. She is my cousin, and I care for her, and now she will die with the rest of the soldiers as some nameless, disrespectful entity, just like her grandfather had done. She is a fool.
I am angry. I am angry and disappointed because I expected far better from all of them. Of Milliardo, to use these dolls in the first place, to load Epyon's system into them--my system--to do this, to anger me, to tempt me, to lure me... to refuse to battle against me. To fire upon me without a moment's honor.
He has forgotten who he is. I pray for his sake that he will find out before he meets the end.
Because I know exactly who I am. I have never forgotten and I will make someone understand before I leave this place. Tallgeese scrolls through damage reports, systems running erratically, and I growl a battle cry, striking my Dragon a harsh blow. I will make him listen. He will understand before the end. I will not leave this world without someone to understand the truth.