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02. most love like hunters
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Amuro holds fast on the threshold between the two Gundams, a battle the last thing he'd expected between them. But instead of the intent to kill, he merely senses... scrutiny. Resolution.
In the wake of the blow, Amuro guns the thrusters and alters the trajectory of the 00, having the advantage of agility. Aiming to throw the Nu's balance askew and create an opening. ]
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Answers. [The word, the belated response to Amuro's question, seems to come from everywhere. Over the comms, in his head, in his bones.] We're looking for answers.
[Yes. We.
The Nu didn't have quite the ability to change direction the 00 did, so when its balance starts slipping, its dive becoming a spiral, Setsuna has little choice but to break away. He doesn't allow much distance, though, pulling out the wrist mounted beam saber (an idea that he needs to pass along to Ian) and closes back in, taking a swing at the 00. Have at thee, bro.]
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Not because his life is in danger, but because fighting now was the only way to understand what place there was in the world for those like them. One reality that he's never liked to face, now completely unavoidable.
The entire stance of the 00 Raiser shifts as Amuro whips a beam saber from the suit's recharge rack. In one deft swing he's blocked the incoming attack of the Nu with a blunt force that betrays the sleek agility of the 00. In the place of curiosity rises unfettered confidence behind the guise of the machine--no, behind the visage of Gundam. The beam sabers roar as they clash, spitting light and energy when Amuro grinds them into a parry, fending the Nu back. ]
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Its becoming a battle of wills; literally, almost, in the case of Setsuna and the Nu. He initially pushes forward, trying to overpower the 00 at first, but instead uses the proximity to kick the machine and knock it back. Not that the room would offer any sort of respite, as the beam saber is traded for the beam rifle, and Setsuna opens fire.]
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The downward progress feels slower than it is, his mind crashing through the waves of Setsuna's consciousness to get to the machine beneath. ]
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One of the swords is blocked by the Nu's shield, the other takes out the beam rifle, though Setsuna quickly discards it, and latches on the 00's forearm to prevent further damage.]
Ike funnel!
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shut up, its traditionThe four fin funnels launch off the back of the Nu, each taking up position to launch an attack at the 00 Raiser.]
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Focus. He has to focus in the hail of light to discern which of the funnels was moving, which Setsuna was preparing to open fire on him. ]
I can see it. [ There. ] Setsuna! [ Amuro drops out of the closest funnel's blast range and emerges behind it instead to cleave it in two.
Three left. ]
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In a Gundam.
...hn.
But he's snapped out of that lull once one of the fin funnels is gone. It sends a bit of a sting to his brain, like someone yanking hard on his hair. The other three funnels focus on the 00, though more to pin Amuro down and cut off any escape path as Setsuna comes at him with a beam saber.]
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The fact that Amuro is effectively destroying parts of his own Gundam is so far removed at this stage that he's just trying to calculate the time and acceleration it'll take to individually pinpoint each funnel and take it out. Manually.
Though it all comes down to wasted energy when he realizes that Setsuna has him completely surrounded, fin funnel blasts illuminating the cockpit from all sides and the other pilot at the front and center, psycoframe flaring, ready to gouge him from the body of the suit. ]
He'll get me...! [ Whether by grace or dumb luck, Amuro draws a sequence down the 00's program screen and receives the following system for his effort:
Trans-Am.
The following volley of light that explodes from the 00 Raiser makes Amuro feel as though he's barreled straight through him, when in actually, it'd made the Gundam seemingly wink out of existence. ]
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Gundam.
Its more of a feeling than an actual coherent thought, something deep in his bones. His hands squeezed tighter on the controls to the Nu as he brought the machine about, scanning the night sky for the shooting star that was the 00. The Nu doesn't have trans am, but whatever it does have, Setsuna is going to need it if they're going to make it out in one piece.]
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Or drawing him in.
Amuro knows in some rational part of his head the Gs he's pulling shouldn't even be possible, but his wonder stays checked as he rockets straight towards Setsuna and the Nu, swords at the ready. Prepared to end it as he bypasses the defense of the funnels. ]
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Tell me.
[Because he wants to know. He wants answers. Its why he doesn't try to dodge; instead, he moves the Nu to meet the 00 head on.]
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What happens if I don't have your answers? What then?
[ Amuro takes the challenge for everything that it is and sends the 00's sword careening for the Nu with a force that would seem completely reckless to the untrained eye. But it's not, not for him. A sharp swing takes the Nu's saber hand clean off, even when the strength of his thoughts persist otherwise. ]
Do you continue like this?
[ A single arc brings the second sword back around to strike at the Nu's body. ]
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Its the only way-- [The thought develops so slowly, its almost as if he can feel the individual strands of thought being knit together. Even though in the time it takes to form that fragment, the 00's second strike is met by the Nu's shield, though the blade manages to carve it in half with little in the way of effort.]
--I know how to live.
[And if that's how he has to die, so be it. But as long as he's alive, he has something to reach for, and he's not going to stop. Even now, when he can see the end coming, the 00 readying a third strike, he still reaches. Still calls out with his head and his heart for the one thing he's strived to be ever since that day.]
Together,
[The Nu starts reaching too, reaching out towards the other Gundam. Maybe its reaching for that ideal too. Or maybe...]
with my Gundam.
[Maybe its reaching out to show that it is that ideal, as when the blade of the 00 strikes against the Nu's open palm, the Nu emits a bright light that somehow protects it from harm, allowing it to catch the sword full stop..]
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The whole cockpit illuminates and Amuro's consciousness torrents out in response, diffused in a fan of GN particles. Like warmth and water, like time stops to let their words hang tangibly in the emptiness of space. Like he could reach out and grasp the ideals that lay between them.
With the 00's quantum energy heightening his senses beyond anything he's ever felt, Amuro realizes that Setsuna's will meshes so finely with the power of the Nu that it's nearly impossible for him to distinguish between them. ]
You're the same!
[ And that realization plunges him into the light. ]
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Amuro Ray.
[Welcome to glitterspace, bro.]
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And still sense the incredible power of the machines at the core of the phenomenon. ]
It reacted to you, Setsuna. The Nu Gundam.
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Its a Gundam. So am I.
[There's a slight change in the atmosphere. They're still very much connected, but rather than reaching, Setsuna seems to be pulling at Amuro. He just wants an answer to one question.]
Are you?
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We're not the same. But we're going to do what we can to understand. My Gundam and I. That's why we exist.
[ That's why we'll end the fighting once and for all. ]
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You are Gundam. So, here, have a sparkly flower, bro.]
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A thought rises in the back of his mind instead, uninhibited by human constraints: a world without misconceptions could be a reality.
Once his fingers make contact with the flower, Amuro senses the violent shudder of the Gundams' light show about ready to unhinge. The Trans-Am had hit its time limit. ]
That's it!
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As trans am reaches its end, so too does the resonance from the Nu Gundam. The light around them fades, and they're both brought back down to reality. For his part, Setsuna remained still in the cockpit; it was unnecessary to continue his fight with Amuro when he got what he was looking for. He stared at the 00 on the screen, contemplating what just happened until a thought popped into his head that he had to voice.]
...airbags.
[No, seriously, why would you put airbags in a Gundam?]
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He huffs a partial laugh at what Setsuna has to say for himself over the comm line.
Standard feature.
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[Seems kind of weird to take up console space with an airbag, but if that's how he rolls, so be it.
The 00 Raiser doesn't seem too worse for wear, at least not as bad as the Nu is. Though he has to wonder if that's the difference in their machines, or the difference between them. But that's something he can contemplate later. There's something else he wants to say.]
You're the first one I've met. Like me.
[Similar enough. Alike in all the ways that matter, different enough that understanding each other will make them better.]
There aren't any others.
[Not yet, anyway.]
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