Justice... Righteousness... and Relief...

I could still remember the time when we’ve managed to stop this madness. Finally, it’s all over. And we can finally have peace, where we can have a serene and secure community, with harmonious relationship with Naturals and Coordinators alike. A place where tranquil could expect harmony among others and ourselves.

But it all didn’t end as much as we’ve planned. Kira and I have to take on different paths, to ensure that both our nations are to live peacefully. Kira became a commander in Orb, while I became the chairwoman of PLANT. I thought we can finally be together again, and live happily on our own. And once again, I was wrong. I subconsciously started to sing, but my voice just kept on echoing inside this hollow stage. I felt cold and alone. I need someone, I need him. I want to feel his embrace, I want to see his gentle smile, I want to see his purple eyes...I want to be with him...Kira...

No. I don’t want power...

What I want...is Freedom...

The freedom to do whatever my heart’s desire. To live my life, and be the master of my own life. I don’t want my life to be lived, to be a slave, and be dictated on what I ought to do. I wanted to be free from these chains of misery. But I can’t...to be free means that I have to put my people’s happiness and safety at risk...I have to remain here, shackled in this cold lonely place...

Hear voice, hear my call, hear my songs...

Indeed, I may be a songstress, but even as a famous songstress there’s one song that even I cannot sing – the song in my heart...

Confusion... Reflection... Mayhem... and Death...

I could still remember the time when the wheels of destiny have started to turn. The two Lacus’ met at last, face to face. I thought I was looking at a mirror. She was so like me. Meer Campbell was her name, and every inch of her face was the exact copy of mine. I tried to convince her to stop working for Durandal. But she insisted to stay and play her role as what Durandal had given her. I know that she’s a good person, but life certainly is unfair. I saw her die in my arms. She gave me her photo, and asked me to remember her, to remember her songs...and I will...I will Ms. Meer. Another life has been lost, and it’s all because of me. Meer died because of me, she saved my life, even if she wanted to be me. I cried in Kira’s arms, his strong embrace made me feel so frail that I wanted to fall apart.