Guess who's mun just finished Gundam Unicorn?

[pierce_the_heavens]

The god of possibility, eh? Fancy words never was my thing. Actions always spoke louder in the end... and what I saw was damn impressive. Two kids - no... two men standing against insurmountable odds and denying a world that would see them killed for their beliefs with the force of their will? Heh... they'd fit right in with Dai Gurren.

Psycho-power, Newtypes, spiral energy... what it's called in the end really doesn't matter. It's that fighting spirit to keep moving forward at all costs, to see what's over the next horizon, and to leave the world a better place for having been there in the first place...

That is what makes a man.

...That said... Gurren Lagann is still the manliest Ganman, or Gundam, or whatever, there is.

[Mun just rolls his eyes as he turns on his PS3]

WAIT! That's it! WHERE'S DYANSTY WARRIORS: GURREN LAGANN, EH!?

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[searchforpeace]

[For a moment it's all Mineva can do to process the fact that she just had her hair ruffled. It's such a rare thing, what with her status and all. Maybe when she was a child but...]

... Ah.

[She blinks a moment, then reaches up to ruffle her hair back into shape and compose herself.]

I had never really realized such until recently. For myself freedom has always been... elusive. It's an idea I understand but not precisely one I know the meaning of, at least in accordance with myself. To those subjects of the Earth Federation, to those holding on to the hope of Zeon, I believed I fully understood the freedom they required.

War was not freedom. It was casualty and death. It was good people being sacrificed for ideals. And I wanted no more of it.

[There she tilts her head a bit, gaze distant.]

In the end though it's just as you say. Freedom must be defined by each individual for themselves. And it must be something they believe enough to fight for.

[She smiles a touch.]

Should I feel foolish for only now realizing that?

[pierce_the_heavens]

[Kamina just chuckles a bit, shrugging.]

The way you talk... you sound just like forehead-boy. So prim and proper. He was a lot like you really. Brought up in a hole that was ruled by a religion that had to exile someone whenever their population exceeded 50 people. And by exile, I mean send them up to the surface, unarmed, just with what food the village could spare, and sent to a wasteland where Beastmen were just waiting to kill them.

But, when push came to shove, even forehead-boy decided he'd rather fight for what he thought was right, rather than be told. However, if Simon, Yoko, and I hadn't fallen into that hole... I wonder if he'd ever have been challenged to rethink his beliefs.

I was lucky in that regard. I had my dad, and Simon to help push me, and the rest of Team Dai Gurren. Sometimes, we just need to find someone that can kick our minds out of here... [He leans forward, tapping Mineva's forehead with an index finger] ...and into here. [And now he's just going to poke her chest over her heart. What is personal space?]