[ The smile he gets in response is reflexive. There isn't much behind it besides strain and Trowa glances down at his hands. ]
Who doesn't? [ It's getting harder and harder not to. ]
The other alternative is being powerless, all the time. [ Looking up, he tilts his glance to Quatre's face, brows knitting together. He thinks about their gundams, about Operation Meteor, about taking matters into their young hands and determinedly pushing for a better future. Fighting back against OZ and the Alliance and anyone who threatened the safety of those who couldn't take up arms.
(Because they had families, they had lives and so much more to worry about). ]
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Who doesn't? [ It's getting harder and harder not to. ]
The other alternative is being powerless, all the time. [ Looking up, he tilts his glance to Quatre's face, brows knitting together. He thinks about their gundams, about Operation Meteor, about taking matters into their young hands and determinedly pushing for a better future. Fighting back against OZ and the Alliance and anyone who threatened the safety of those who couldn't take up arms.
(Because they had families, they had lives and so much more to worry about). ]
Come on. We shouldn't leave him here like this.