[ It's like seeing a ghost. Two ghosts, really, next to one another, though at least one he is used to. Twin faces of a past he has yet to let go of. And yet here they are here, reminders he does not need of men he will never forget. He has made peace with these ghosts. Mostly. One is meant to be here. A last run, a search together for something beyond revenge, for the both of them. Gaelio could offer Ein that much, at least. For all the man had given up for him, because of him... it was the least Gaelio could do.
But this other ghost, tall as the first and a vibrant pink, a cheery affront to the mourning Gaelio has not quite yet finished processing. Grimgerde. Is this a joke, a jab from SUPERBIA? Are AI capable of a dark sense of humor - or a sense of humor at all? A mistake, somehow? But what sort of processing fault would bring a suit that never belonged to him?
Standing at the foot of the mobile suit, there is one possibility that makes far less sense than the others, and yet Gaelio finds himself slowly looking around for that answer all the same. McGillis Fareed is more than five years dead. But... ]
we're doin' it live! (aka option IV)
But this other ghost, tall as the first and a vibrant pink, a cheery affront to the mourning Gaelio has not quite yet finished processing. Grimgerde. Is this a joke, a jab from SUPERBIA? Are AI capable of a dark sense of humor - or a sense of humor at all? A mistake, somehow? But what sort of processing fault would bring a suit that never belonged to him?
Standing at the foot of the mobile suit, there is one possibility that makes far less sense than the others, and yet Gaelio finds himself slowly looking around for that answer all the same. McGillis Fareed is more than five years dead. But... ]