—I was informed of the incident a few hours ago. An irregular report, full of silences between the lines.
A cyber-newtype out of control, a pilot barely breathing, a Titan base unearthed from the past that ended up awakening something that should never have come to light again.
They say that Unit 03 fell like a dying star, that two mobile suits intertwined in an impossible instant, as if the machines had remembered, for a second, that they were once the reflection of the souls that guided them.
Any sane person would doubt everything they mentioned, about visions, echoes, fragments of minds trapped between data and pain.
I stopped doubting those things a long time ago. But in the void of space, consciousness finds paths that reason cannot explain.
Lawrence.
A name I didn't know until today. A pilot who, unwittingly, ended up entangled in the wake of old ghosts still seeking rest. And the girl… a cyber-newtype carrying memories that aren't her own, but also a fear too human to ignore.
I've seen too much to pretend this is all just technology. Or just war. The Titans always played with forces they didn't understand. Forces they never controlled.
And every now and then… history returns to remind us of the scars.
The report ends with a simple sentence:
"The operation is considered a failure."
But I don't think so.
Sometimes, survival is the only form of victory. Sometimes, the true impact happens far from the battlefield, in the minds and hearts that crossed paths for a fleeting moment.
in the midst of chaos.
Perhaps this is one of those cases.
Maybe not.
All I know is that, even now, there is something moving in the space between those souls: a faint vibration, like a thread of light that refuses to break.
—Char… Lalah… Perhaps, someday, when I meet you both again in the stillness of space… I can tell you that, even in the midst of chaos, a new light learned to be born.