Kira Yamato approaches, his pilot suit partially unzipped. The Freedom Gundam, or what’s left of it, kneels a hundred meters behind them, its wings folded like a wounded bird.
Lacus takes his hand. “No. Not forever. There will be new hatreds. New wars. New children who will be taught to fear the Other.” gundam seed 51
“Then why did we fight?”
Lacus Clyne, floating in zero-G, connects the ship’s damaged speakers to the Requiem ’s array. “If we cannot silence the song of hate,” she says, “then we will overwrite it.” Kira Yamato approaches, his pilot suit partially unzipped
