Camus silently followed Kira into the locker room, keeping his head down from beginning to end, not knowing what he was thinking. Uraki glanced curiously without asking more, and started to change his driving suit on his own.
"Do you know why I called you here?" Kira asked in a serious voice as she changed her clothes, "If it wasn't for the sudden disconnection of the Internet last night, I hadn't found out yet, and it has hacked me. computer, when the broiler takes the film, it's you."
"I'm sorry." Camus didn't mean to quibble at all, and nodded honestly.
"Huh." Kira breathed out speechlessly, "Everyone is a man, and I can't understand your behavior. But if you feel that your behavior is a legitimate demand, why don't you directly raise it with Mr. Zhang? If You think there is something wrong with your behavior, why do you still do it? You criticize adults for double standards all day long, don't you think your behavior is also contradictory?"
"Yes, I'm sorry," Camus said flatly. "I'll reflect on it and never do it again."
Camus looked a little surprised by Kira. After he changed his clothes, he glanced at Camus in surprise, shook his head and greeted Uruki to leave together. Camus sighed and sat casually on the bench in a daze.
Of course he knew that what he was doing was wrong, and now he is actually not interested in watching movies or anything. It's just that Stella and Asuka hit him too hard, making him feel a little bored every day, subconsciously trying to find some difficult things to distract him - such as Hekira's computer.
There was a sudden noise at the door, and Camus bounced off the bench with a shudder, looked around in a panic, and hid in the closet next to the cleaning utensils without thinking. However, after he hid in it, he suddenly discovered a very serious problem.
"Why should I hide?" he asked himself inexplicably, "I didn't do anything shameful, why should I hide?"
But going out now will only be more embarrassing. Camus simply hides inside, thinking that he will pass by forbearance, so as not to have to explain. He looked out through the gap in the closet, and just saw a person facing him sideways, and sure enough, it was a bird.
At this moment, Fei Niao just opened his own cabinet. He stared at the photo on the inside of the cabinet door for a while, then stretched out his hand in a trance, then retracted it as if he was scalded. The blond girl in the photo and Asuka's fragile expression can be seen clearly from Camus's point of view.
"Really big brother..." The feeling of guilt and powerlessness made his heart ache, "If I were more useful, Stella wouldn't..."
After a while, until there was absolutely no sound outside, Camus opened the closet in despair. He slumped down on the bench, staring at the ceiling again, stunned, his mind cluttered. When he returned to the bridge in a daze, he was greeted by cold eyes from the captain's seat.
"The old man asked you, what time is it now?" Wufei asked sharply, "The mission is in progress, are you a little self-conscious?"
"I'm sorry." This is the first time he has said sorry today, and he is very skilled.
"A suspicious enemy plane is approaching, Destiny Gundam will deal with it." Wu Fei did not continue to entangle, and decisively began to briefly describe the current situation, "The sudden communication with Destiny Gundam just now was lost, the other party should be walking alone Minovsky. High-performance MS of particles."
Camus said "oh", walked to Wufei and stood still, looking down at the floor, not daring to face the CIC side. There were a few girls in CIC who always stared at him with hatred. He felt wronged at first, but after knowing that the other party used to belong to Arzenal, he no longer had the courage to look at them.
An urge to do something drove his restless heart, while another feeling of powerlessness that couldn't do anything lingered on him, making him extremely annoyed.
The bridge fell silent in this way, until after more than ten seconds, a strong mental wave flashed in Camus' mind. This feeling is so specious, as if a person who has undergone plastic surgery has a vague remnant of the past. The inexplicable throbbing made his heart beat fast, and he always felt that something extremely bad was about to happen.
The consciousness only appeared for a moment and left his sensing range, but the feeling of panic not only did not weaken but became stronger, and Camus broke into a cold sweat when he fell on his back. Something must be done now, or it will be too late, his intuition told him.
"Old man, the big thing is bad!" he shouted in a panic, "I feel that there is something, I must go and see it! Otherwise, otherwise...!"
"The reason is not sufficient, reject it." Wufei glanced at him indifferently, and responded indifferently, "Complete your duty."
"But, but...!" Camus was sweating profusely, but incoherent shouting at this time would only make his words less credible, he took deep breaths and tried to calm himself down, "I Especially smart, smarter than Sirocco, panic is useless."
He closed his eyes and thought about how to convince Wufei. Invisibly, a big hand grabbed his heart, making him breathless, as if he would suffocate to death in the next moment. At this critical juncture, he somehow suddenly remembered the conversation between Dr. Lingos and him before Tianren set off.
"Kira and Hong have experienced the ups and downs of life, and their temperaments have become very smooth. Although they are young, they are actually the most mature. Only you, like a time bomb. I don't know when it will explode, but I have given five flying I have explained it, and it will be dealt with before the explosion."
"So you specifically called me here to threaten me? That's really meaningful."
"I ask you, as the only NT on the ship, do you know how many types of NT there are?"
"Battle type, perception type... escape type?"
"Who taught you - forget it, I know who it is, no need to answer. Let me tell you this, but most NTs are extreme existences with distorted characters, or only extreme people can become NTs. We always Will be driven by passion or impulse to do things without consequence.”
"I don't think Mr. Covatello at all... uh... even someone as inhuman as you are?"
"The first type of NT can watch himself rationally, take advantage of the impulses that are beneficial to him, and discard those that are harmful to him, such as Siroc, who you look down on. The second type of NT is always vigilant against himself and timid, for fear that the impulse will lead to irreversible damage. Consequences, such as the previous Amuro. The third type of NT will unintentionally let it go, and the results will be complacent, and the results will be bad."
"...like me now, right?"
"When did you come out of the third category and when did you qualify to drive Gundam?"
"Old man!" Camus shouted out of his memory, "I have something important to report!"
"Oh?" Wu Fei turned his head to look at him, "Speak."
"As the only NT on the Iserlohn, I sensed that Destiny Gundam was in a dangerous situation and applied for support." Camus gathered his courage and looked at him, "This is my professional judgment as an NT, and all consequences are determined by I do it myself."
Wu Fei looked at him blankly, not angry.
"Father let me do my duty, right," Camus continued, "I think that's what NT's duty is!"
"I don't have your MS anymore."
"There is still a two-headed dragon, isn't it?" Camus felt his voice trembling when he said this, "Master, please lend me the two-headed dragon Gundam! Please!"
Wufei's sharp eyes were locked tightly on Camus's eyes, and Camus stared back with a straight face. The old and the young stared at each other like this, and everyone else in the bridge was watching secretly.
It feels like a long time has passed, but in fact, less than ten seconds have passed, Wu Fei suddenly turned his head to look at the big screen, his flat voice seemed to say something trivial: "The power-on password is Meilan, you should cherish it, where is it? upbraid."
Camus was stunned for a while, before realizing what Wufei meant. He yelled "yes" in ecstasy, then turned around and ran towards Gnakusa.
There is no time to change into a driving suit, every second is precious. Even if he can't feel that consciousness at all now, he has no doubt that he can find him.
"It must be meaningful for me to be here, NT can't exist just to give birth to tragedy." He quickly jumped into the cockpit of the Double-headed Dragon Gundam and skillfully activated the system, "What justice, create a better one Before the big talk like this, the world, at least let the important people around you be happy, right!"
…
The two planes were too close to avoid the shots, and the beam Magnum roared past Destiny Gundam's left hand. The beam shield on the arm only blocked less than one-fifth of it and turned into dust, not even the long-range high-energy cannon behind it.
Through this hard injury, Destiny Gundam finally touched the mourning banshee. The ship-killing sword swung down decisively, and the mourning banshee's right hand with the spear and the elf beam cannon on the right arm were cut off from the body, and under the pull of gravity, it fell to the small island below without hesitation.
The next second, the ship-cutting knife was torn to shreds by the sharp claws of the Banshee's left hand. Destiny kicked the banshee with one kick, took out the spare beam saber with the only remaining right arm, and confronted it in mid-air.
Up to now, both sides have lost all long-range weapons, and the only way left is close combat. The birds in the cockpit were breathing heavily, and they were already covered in sweat.
"It looks like this with such a good body." Asuka smiled wryly and glanced at the photo in the cockpit, "I'm sorry, Mayo, Stella, I'm really useless."
He understands that his destiny Gundam is the best performance among the three machines made by Ed, and he also understands that Kira is better than him in terms of driving skills alone, and he knows that fate is assigned to him instead of Kira , not because of the balance of combat power claimed on the surface, but simply Eddard prefers him more.
For him, the one who lent a helping hand to him and his sister at the darkest time in his life, the one who taught him many precious lessons without reservation, the one who could not help but secretly treat him with partiality but pretend For someone who doesn't seem to care, words like thanks and gratitude are too frivolous and cheap.
"All I know is to open MS, at least I have to do the only thing I can do." He forced his exhausted spirit and turned on SEED again, "Stella, if you can hear it, put Lend me your strength, please."
The light wing behind Destiny Gundam released a dazzling brilliance, leaving a string of afterimages on the fuselage and rushing towards the banshee. The dexterous displacement and the confusing physical afterimage caused the claw to swipe in the air continuously. In the chaos, Asuka finally found the right time, held the beam saber in his backhand and stabbed the cockpit.
The mourning banshee seemed to have human nature, and subconsciously raised her left hand to block it in front of her chest, and the saber pierced the sharp claws and nailed it to the fuselage. The light wings suddenly exerted force, and the banshee was forced to plunge downward, and finally slammed into the ground of the island below, the trees were broken, and the dust was flying.
"I've even made something as unscientific as a cannon in the palm of my hand. I really admire myself." Asuka suddenly remembered the smug tone that Edd couldn't hide when he introduced Destiny Gundam to him, and let out a sigh of relief. Smiling, "Yeah, I admire it too."
Destiny Gundam released the beam saber, put his right hand on the gap in the claws, and the cannon in his palm exploded the next moment. After a series of explosions, the golden light from the telepathic skeleton gradually dissipated, and the banshee was completely silent.
"It's finally over, you can go back—" Asuka's voice stopped abruptly, and the broken pilot who appeared in the main camera, under the completely destroyed left arm of the Banshee, was on the fuselage that was torn apart by the explosion. In the cabin was his haunted figure, "… Ah."
The brain is blank.
He manipulated Destiny Gundam to dig out the cockpit of the Banshee in a hurry, jumped out of the MS impatiently and ran to the wreckage of the cockpit, carefully picked up the girl's seemingly weightless body and placed it on the ground. The girl looked at him with a smile from start to finish, her breathing was so weak that it seemed to disappear in the next second.
"Really, you are here." The girl struggled to raise her arm, trying to touch his cheek, "Really, it will protect Stella."
"Stella, I'm here." Asuka took the girl's hand and put it on her face, using all her strength to keep breathing, "Why is this happening? Isn't this kind of thing enough once?! Fate... Such a name It's too ironic!"
"Really," the girl tried to open her eyes, but she was so tired that she couldn't seem to do it, "Really, I like it."
The girl closed her eyes, and her weak and boneless hands left his cheeks and drooped down weakly.
"Stella, Stella? Stella!" Tears finally flowed unrestrainedly, Asuka hugged the girl's body that couldn't feel breathing, raised her hair and screamed in anger, sadness and powerlessness, "Ahhhh Ahhh!"
I don't remember what happened in the middle. When Asuka came back to his senses, Destiny Gundam was quietly floating on the sea not far from the shore of Li Xiaodao, extending his palm parallel to the sea. He stood on Gundam's palm, holding Stella's soft body.
In the distance, a green-toned MS that looks familiar is approaching at high speed, but this kind of thing doesn't matter to him anymore, he has more important things to do.
"It's alright, Stella, there will be no more terrible things, and there will be no more painful things." He leaned down, holding the girl's body flat on the silent sea, his gentle voice There was a hint of choking in it, "There is nothing to be afraid of anymore, and no one will bully you anymore. So don't worry, be here quietly..."
He stared blankly at the girl's sleeping face, and slowly let go of his hands. The girl sank little by little, becoming more and more blurred in his vision.
"Good night… "
"Stop it, really big brother!" The two-headed dragon was hovering beside Destiny with a sudden stop, and Camus' eager voice came from the open cockpit door, "There is still consciousness, I can feel it!"
"...Ah?" Asuka raised her head dumbfoundedly, "What did you say?"
"Not dead!" Camus yelled, "Stella is not dead!"
Asuka's brain only understood what Camus said at this time. He decisively plunged into the water and swam to the bottom of the sea. Poor Stella finally escaped the fate of being drowned.