Gundam SEED’s Final Destination

"You can actually calm down a little bit, at least it's over for the time being."

Seeing that Aslan still couldn't recover from the shock, Durandal couldn't help but express his relief.

At this time, Aslan was shocked by the news of the appearance of the nuclear bomb, so he had to sit down according to the words.

He didn't even notice that Noel had left the conference room.

"Of course, we didn't expect this situation beforehand, but when it really happened, it was still very shocking. I didn't expect them to force a war like this, and they fired a nuclear bomb without saying a word..."

Durandal replied bitterly.

Aslan listened, only to feel as if his consciousness was paralyzed.

"It's unreasonable enough to start a war under such circumstances, and coupled with this kind of behavior... This kind of war is just too outrageous."

Aslan nodded as if being driven.

This is unilateral tyranny.

But isn't that what war is all about?

There is no reasonable and fair war in the world.

Even if there was, it was only cleverly disguised by one or both sides of the war.

"—The United have temporarily withdrawn their troops, but I don't think they will let it go..."

Durandal pondered slowly, word by word, as if trying to come to a conclusion.

"This time we switched people's hearts into chaos. Although we blocked it, we are facing the threat of nuclear bombs again..."

These words stabbed Aslan's heart.

Why do you want to do this poisonous attack - this is the voice of the victims of Julius VII's fall.

The people who have endured the pain resented those who gave the pain in unison.

Now, the citizens of the colonies will cry out injustice—why do they do this?

"The problem is only starting now..."

Hearing Durandal's words mixed with sighs, Aslan finally raised his head uncontrollably.

"Speaker, then...!"

The other party looked at him, as if remembering his existence again.

Aslan struggled to find the right wording: "So...the colony after this attack...and the declaration of war...how are you going to deal with it?"

The momentary urgency even caused Aslan to stop talking.

Seeing the look of help on Aslan's face, Durandal sighed deeply: "If we decide to take revenge for this, then the world will turn into a quagmire battlefield... I understand this, of course, I I don't want this to happen either..."

After hearing this, Aslan couldn't help feeling speechless in his heart.

This person really understands.

Like himself, he worries that the world will sink into the quagmire.

At this moment, a dreamy expectation flashed in Aslan's heart.

But Durandal's next sentence shattered it directly.

"—It's just that it's impossible to continue to conceal the situation. More and more people will know about it, and it will be hard to get angry at that time. They must be unwilling to forgive this kind of behavior. As the speaker, I can't choose to turn a blind eye."

Under Durandal's gaze, Aslan couldn't say a word.

"The situation has evolved into a process like the previous World War. How can I stop it? The nuclear bomb has once again threatened our lives!"

What Durandal said was true.

Aslan could understand that, after all, no one would be willing to let go of his anger.

Just as the earth suffered the disaster of Junius, do you want to tell them that war is not feasible, it will bring more pain and death?

Yes, you didn't lose anything important in this disaster, so you can be generous.

But what about those who lost their loved ones, lost their homes, lost their jobs, and lost everything?

It's not just tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, but tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people.

The fall of Junius directly led to the death of nearly 10 million people in the Earth United, and nearly a billion people were affected to varying degrees.

You must know that among the major forces on the earth, the places with the highest population density are almost all coastal cities, and the tsunami caused by the fall of Junius has wiped out almost all the coastal areas on the earth.

"But... please try to stop it! Speaker...!"

Seeing the indifference on the speaker's expression, Aslan's heart returned to two years ago.

At that time, he went to the National Defense Headquarters alone to try to change the mind of his father, who is the speaker. Will he still be unable to make the other party understand his intentions, just like in the past?

Feeling a little frustrated, Aslan confided the thoughts in his heart.

"If you are only controlled by anger and hatred, and blindly kill each other, it will not work! If this goes on... the whole world will be caught in a war that will benefit no one. I beg you, you must stop this consequence... !"

"Alex..."

"I...I'm Aslan Sara!"

Interrupting Durandal's consolation, Aslan's thoughts finally couldn't be restrained.

"It's the son of Patrick Sarah who expanded the war beyond control two years ago, and even spread a sense of stupid hatred all over the world!"

As soon as he said the words, Aslan felt the embankment in his heart collapsed.

Those dark thoughts that have been entangled in my heart for a long time are surging to seek vent.

"I believe my father's words are right! I went to the battlefield to take the enemy's life, and I fought with my friends... Even when I noticed something was different, I didn't stop anything, and I lost everything...!"

All the painful lessons from the past were circling in his mind.

The death of my comrades, the hatred caused by the loss of those lives, the killing intent towards Kira—

Cagalli cried and questioned.

Lux's soul torture.

Aslan cried out in annoyance.

It was his father who caused such a situation, and he was the culprit of all these tragedies.

"...But! There are still people at the mercy of my father's remarks, and then... let the result evolve to this point...!"

"Never let everything repeat itself..."

Aslan couldn't speak any longer, he just gasped in excitement.

Like exhaustion after running with all his strength, he leaned on the back of the chair and turned his face away in pain.

After a moment of silence.

Durandal said calmly: "I heard Thalia and the others say that the prisoners of Julius VII..."

Aslan's body froze, but Durandal's voice was full of concern.

"Looks like that made you suffer again..."

"No, no. I think it's better to know,"

Aslan quickly replied as if rejecting his sympathy: "Otherwise I will be kept in the dark again, and I will never understand the truth..."

"Perhaps you misunderstood me, Aslan, but in my opinion, you don't need to feel guilty for their actions."

Durandal leaned forward and comforted in a deep voice: "You will have a completely negative prejudice against Speaker Sarah, which may be a helpless result..."

Aslan couldn't help looking at Durandal.

Did he mean that his father was not wrong?

But he was the one who denied his father's actions after the war!

My father made a mistake. A man who tried to wipe out all life on earth, what is the rationale for his actions?

However, Durandal's words seemed to impress Aslan's stubborn heart.

"It's just that as far as Speaker Sarah is concerned, he wasn't that belligerent from the beginning, right? Maybe his actions are a bit extreme, but... going back to the source, all his actions are based on protecting the 'colonies' , to protect us, to create a better world."

Aslan began to struggle.

That's not wrong... Father just chose the path he thought was right and worked hard.

At least he still loves the country deeply, is willing to protect it, and is willing to give everything for it.

At least on this point of loving the country, Aslan will not choose to question.

"—Many people are like this. Although they have that kind of intention, they make a wrong decision in the end. And those wrong words or thoughts will not be able to be conveyed completely and without error, because the listeners also use their own thoughts and ideas. concept to interpret those messages!"

"Speaker..."

Only then did Aslan realize that Durandal was comforting himself. He was a little frustrated for a while and wanted to decline his kindness, but seeing that Durandal was extremely calm, he continued to analyze to him:

"The prisoners of Junius VII are just using President Sarah's words to normalize their motives. They believe they are doing nothing wrong, because in their minds, President Sarah may have said so. ."

Aslan had never thought about this matter from this angle, his eyes widened and he was fascinated.

"So, how can even you be affected by that remark? They are them, Speaker Sarah is Speaker Sarah - and you are you. No matter whose son you are, you are an independent thinker. individual."

For a while, these words gradually warmed Aslan's heart.

That's right... His father is his father, and he is himself, so Aslan denied his father's approach and chose to embark on the path of disobeying his father.

I know this intellectually, but emotionally I never accept it.

"Don't take that kind of thing as a debt, you owe nothing to anyone."

Aslan listened wholeheartedly and seriously accepted what the other party said.

Durandal suddenly smiled and said: "Look, didn't you come all the way here to prevent the war from happening again? That's enough, don't blame yourself for everything."

Aslan lowered his head like a child, no longer as impulsive as before.

In retrospect, I was indeed full of guilt, so I lost my calm and kept on being poor and anxious. If I do anything in this state of mind, it is just to make up for the uneasiness of my conscience.

Now is not the time to be impulsive for personal concerns.

"By the way, I'm still very happy that you can come here like this today."

As if to inspire Aslan's spirit, Durandal showed a sincere smile.

"No, that's..."

"As long as everyone has this kind of intention, they will be able to save the world. Others may laugh at me as a dreamer, but this is indeed my belief. If human beings lose their dreams, human beings will never be able to move forward."

Hearing this, Aslan couldn't help feeling heat in his chest.

In this way, myself and my friends are also dreamers.

The Speaker really had the same philosophy as them.

I saw Durandal's soft expression showing determination: "So, for this belief, we must overcome the difficulties in front of us..."

Aslan seemed to feel that he was getting something in return. The ending of the day he broke up with his father two years ago seems to have been rewritten at this moment.

He sat quietly, but an anachronistic sense of satisfaction occurred spontaneously.

Button -

At the same time, there was a sound from the door of the conference room.

Under Aslan's gaze, a man in a red uniform walked in uncertainly.

"Noel? You—"

Seeing Noel in his military uniform again, Aslan's eyes widened.

"Can you change the color for me?"

Noel ignored Aslan's astonishment and looked at Durandal.

"Returning you to the army and becoming a red shirt is the limit of what I can do now. After all, in the current situation, I can't stimulate the Earth Union too much. Please forgive me for this, but I believe that with your ability , you'll be back in white soon."

Durandal explained with a smile.

"Yeah, that's really thank you for your trust."

Noel put extra emphasis on the word trust.

Durandal couldn't make himself back to white?

To say it was someone else, Noel could barely believe it, but Durandal—

However, Noel had expected this situation, or Lux had expected it.

Whether it is out of consideration of the situation, or the control of power in the opponent, and the control of Noel.

In the case of losing control of Noel with drugs.

It is impossible for Noel to become Baiyi directly after returning.

Durandal really needs Noel's reputation with Sara's faction and his powerful MS fighting ability.

But at the same time, because Noel and Lux ​​are very close, Durandal will not let Noel exist.

He felt deeply that Lux likes to do things, so Durandal must be on high alert for Noel's deadly weapon.

At least he will suppress Noel to a certain extent, and it is impossible for Noel to have the rights when he was in South America.

All in all, Noel can become a weapon, but the premise is to ensure that this weapon will not bite him back.

"I have always trusted your abilities."

Durandal replied with a smile as if he didn't hear Noel's implication.

"Ha ha-"

Noel smiled and said nothing.

In fact, he was just expressing his dissatisfaction. After all, he had yelled at Yitzhak not long ago that he didn't even wear a red coat. As a result—

He could already predict Yitzhak's expression when he heard the news.

Hiss—it hurts!

Aslan stood aside and felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat unexpected.

Except for Noel's reinstatement of the military.

Are Noel and Speaker Durandal so familiar?

Just when Aslan was about to say something.

A moving figure suddenly appeared on the rear screen.

"I'm Lux Klein, I urge everyone to calm down and listen to me."

Aslan forgot his words for a while, just staring at the **** the screen.

Nuoer also looked at the past subconsciously. From the perspective of plastic surgery alone, the case in front of him can indeed be said to be very successful.

At least he didn't see any difference between the real and the fake Lux.

The only difference may be the temperament and verve of both parties.

Seeing the different expressions of the two, Durandal smiled lightly and didn't say much.

"The recent Junius 7 incident, the Earth United declaration of war derived from it, and yesterday's attack action are all very distressing things. I was suddenly attacked by a nuclear bomb again, and I am the same as you. were shocked and outraged.”

Aslan didn't know the true identity of the Lux in front of him for the time being, but he still felt something was wrong.

There is no reason, I just have this feeling.

"—However, I hereby ask you all to calm down and stay sensible at this moment."

Shaking her pink hair lightly, the girl called out loudly to the people, just as she did on the underground radio after being wanted by Patrick for treason in the previous World War.

It's just—

"Being dominated by anger and shouting hatred will lead to another war."

- No, this is not Lux.

Because Lux wouldn't say such a thing.

After Aslan was confirmed, he was immediately startled, and subconsciously looked at Noel, who was staring at the screen seriously beside him.

I don't know if he found out about this—

But soon, Aslan thought of another crucial place.

If the Lux in front of you is fake, then—

Thinking of this, Aslan hurriedly looked at Durandal.

Facing Aslan's gaze, Durandal withdrew his gaze towards Noel, but gave a bitter smile and did not answer.

"In order to prevent the situation from getting worse, the Supreme Council is doing its best to improve everything."

"The Parliament always advocates peace, and it still insists on seeking a more ideal path and does not give up lightly. Therefore, I urge you to believe in them. I also believe in the representative of the Parliament, Speaker Durandal... At this moment, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Let's calm down..."

Without waiting for the girl's speech like an election platform to end.

Durandal said in a self-deprecating manner: "You can laugh if you want, it doesn't matter."

Aslan looked at Durandal speechlessly, but Durandal didn't evade, but just smiled: "Of course you know, right?"

"what…"

Aslan looked at the TV again.

So this person who looks exactly like Lux is really not Lux—

"It's really shameful to say that I have to rely on this kind of trick, but I'm also very helpless. Her influence should not be underestimated, and it is even far greater than me among the people."

After the war, Lux's popularity remained undiminished, especially after Patrick Sala was labelled a war criminal.

She, who has always advocated peace and set foot on the battlefield for this, suddenly increased her image, and made more people fall under her charisma.

Indeed, the people are more willing to listen to the words of Greg Lacus than to listen to a politician speak the truth.

But the rulers just use a fake Lux to deceive the people?

"...I think it's a joke too, but I still need to use her power now."

Durandal looked at the confused Aslan: "At the same time, it's like I need the power of you and Noel."

"Me and Noel?"

Aslan was confused for a while, and forgot his distrust of him.

I saw Durandal smiled slightly, walked out of the table and walked towards the door: "Come and see with me."

As if overwhelmed by his aura, Aslan agreed.

As for Noel—

"This fake waist is too thin, and the bones seem to be a little bigger..."