His eyes flew open, dawn had broken. He squinted against the light coming through the windows. It's Sunday, a day of rest - but not for him. He had a horrible dream - he was an expert dual-weild swordsman who was eliminating innocent people and leapt out of an window 20 stories high. There was an everlasting flow of blood from the slaughter and those screams.. But what frightened him the most was his heart - it hardly throb for compassion, in fact, it felt heavy & hollow. He close his deep blue eyes and breath, he was a pilot in the war that took place five years ago. But he was no ordinary pilot, he flew a gundam -an special mecha- at a very young age; the age of 15. He understood the cost of participating in the war for freedom, he just need time to re-adjust - all five of them do.
He couldn't just lay there for the rest of the day; even though it's a day of rest, he need to prepare the household for one of his many sisters. He starts to get up, unexpectedly yelping from pain. Pain? Wincing he glance down to his sore abdomen and saw blood from a garesh wound. His eyes dilated, his heart accelerating, he was speakless in deep shock. How? Why? No, could it be? He pause, and lift his hands to see further stains of blood. In the dream he was wounded by another expert wearing a white suit & visored helmet. Could it be, he dared, that it was...real?
Quatre shudders at the thought, for the last time he had done such action was when he was under the influence of the Zero System.
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