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So you're seeking a new beginning as well... interesting. Perhaps I won't be the only one sporting such an extravagant moniker anymore.

But do keep your previous mistakes in mind, Mundane. You wouldn't want the past repeating itself, now would you? That would simply lead to the coming of a second disaster which I'm quite certain neither of us can afford.

And please, get some rest already. Not even I push myself this hard.

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And what is that?

[ He takes a step forward, sensing challenge. This is your chance, Banagher. Lay it all on the line. ]

What is it that you would so gladly live and die for?

Ending this.

[ If Full Frontal was the Second Coming of Char, then Banagher speaks, unwittingly, as the rebirth of Amuro Ray. He can feel the echo of those words in his bones and in his heart, unearthed from some part of him he hadn't known existed.

Char Aznable's legacy ends with you. ]

[ And Frontal can feel it, too. Just as surely as Char and Amuro were tied together by the red string of fate, so was he tied to this young man who spoke with earnest resolve from the heart. A destined rivalry. An inevitable rematch.

Frontal's hand reaches up suddenly, but it's not to strike Banagher, as it might appear. It's to remove the mask.

Just like before, the face of Char Aznable is there to greet him. ]

You know how it ended the last time, [ with a strange sort of gentleness ] don't you, Gundam?

[ Our legacies end as one. ]

[ As much as Banagher would like to depend on the foolish bravery that has ebbed through him of its own accord, he can't suppress the instinct to wince at what he's sure will be a blow to the face. It wouldn't be the first time. Instead all he's graced with is the empty air, a whisper of metal, and the face of a legend.

The Red Comet.

Banagher looks at him squarely now, still not entirely unbelieving that he is Char Aznable, but not convinced, all the same. The same stirring tells him differently, those vague and nebulous kinetics that have bound them together with means he has no words to describe. ]

Gundam...? [ His fingers dig into his palms, wishing to grasp at that gentleness, uproot it, tear it down and look at the pieces. ]

Banagher.

[ Exhaustion passes through his expression. Resignation. Bickering with the boy always managed to drain him; it was like beating one's head against a brick wall, except this wall stood between him and everything he stood to gain. The final barricade to obtaining the box.

The key he had to win over at any cost. ]

If you continue down this road, you'll surely vanish within the atmosphere. [ And thus Banagher's question from before is now answered. Flickers of sentimentality yet exist within this man's heart, however minute. ] And her hopes will vanish with you. Are you truly prepared for that possibility?

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[ Banagher's tenseness lingers there in the wake of the averted challenge, its strength cast somewhere into the delicate shreds of compassion that rise up to take its place. Sometimes he wishes he wasn't so compelled to lend to that when he knows its treachery--even unmasked.

The breath he's been holding in releases itself. ]

Don't say that like you know it's going to happen. Whatever your fate was--[ ...Is? ]--I'm not going to live being afraid of that. Possibility is what I'm fighting for. Not some outcome that's already been decided.

[ And there it is, the delicate edge of something that can only be called reckless sympathy. ]

[ It catches him off guard, the answer and the sympathy that comes with it, but Banagher always was one to come up with new ways to surprise him. He's glad, in a sense, that he possesses the worthiness of a rival, yet also disappointed that he remains the shadow of an enemy. Will nothing sway you from this path? his eyes seem to ask before they slide shut and he exhales into a quiet sigh.

And then he smiles, faintly, mask in his hands, memories that aren't his floating to the surface of his mind. ]

The weight of the Universal Century really is too much for someone like you.

[ Sympathy Banagher receives in turn—the sort a lion would give an antelope before severing its head. But it is sympathy nonetheless, a softer light to one who was nearly all hard edges. ]

Even so! [ The words start from him nearly of their own accord, a death throe in the midst of a kindness so deliberate Banagher can't help but decide that he doesn't like it, even if it draws him in, threatens to devour him whole. There is no defense against such fangs poised at his jugular, sentimental as they were. There is only what he knows: that he isn't afraid. ]

...Even so.

"I'll keep going."

[ His tone is lighter now, teasing in a way it hadn't been before. Less fatal, at any rate, and more acknowledging that, at least for the time being, he won't be bringing the boy over to his side. Fair enough.

Just as he'd forewarned earlier, there's plenty of time left until the final chapter closes. ]

That's what you were going to say, was it not? How strange she'd become so smitten with one so dubiously straightforward.

[ A quiet laugh. ] Youth works in mysterious ways, I suppose.

[ He's feeling a little emotionally whiplashed by this ritual he only half-understands, so forgive if he doesn't immediately go for that bait. Even stubborn brick walls aren't impervious. ]

Strange... so what, if it is?

[ Well, he was patient enough to get this far. It can't really get much worse. Hopefully. ]

Just try not to waste it, Banagher. [ Looking him over passively. ] There is nothing more fleeting in this world than one's childhood. You should cherish it... while you can.

I'm not wasting it. [ The sky is blue, etc. ] I'm where I need to be. For the first time, I know that. That all the pieces are finally gathered where they're supposed to be.

[ Pieces of a broken wish for the future that had survived the plummet to Earth, against all odds. Those precious fragments not destroyed by gravity or the heartless void of space. Banagher looks up, feeling as if he is attempting to sever a tie rather than establish one by meeting his gaze. A man that was supposed to be his rival. He steps back. ]

So, thank you for the advice. [ Oddly, he means that. ] But I don't need it.

[ Perhaps he'd underestimated him after all... if only slightly. How much longer before that resolve shattered? How much more remains to be sacrificed?

He didn't have the answer for Char, and he didn't have the answer for Banagher, either. ]

I'd say I look forward to meeting you on the battlefield, but that's a little callous, even for me. [ And back on the mask goes, the fleeting connection broken. Just as he wished. ] My wishes remain the same. That one day, we will stand together rather than fight opposed. Unnecessary bloodshed is not my aim, after all.

[ A lion and a unicorn together...

He has to wonder. ]

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