"Mr. Allen, you didn't come all this way just to express your contempt for your fellow Coordinators, did you?" Lacus Clyne frowned instinctively.
At this moment, she was not wearing her usual mask of innocent, carefree girlishness. Instead, she displayed an exceptional degree of political sensitivity.
Especially the instant she heard "create an entirely new monopolistic class," a sharp light flashed in her eyes.
Because P.L.A.N.T.'s current ruling structure was a typical example of such politics.
Those who had gained powerful abilities through Gene Modification firmly controlled the Supreme Council.
For ordinary Coordinators, let alone competing fairly, even changing their own class through study and hard work was exceedingly difficult.
More or less without exception, from the moment they were born, the existing system had already determined their future and the limits they could ever reach.
This meant that, in terms of social mobility, the Coordinators who called themselves Newtypes were far inferior even to Earth's Naturals.
As the daughter of Chairman Siegfried Klein, Lacuss was acutely aware of the enormous problems P.L.A.N.T. faced.
Setting everything else aside, simply being required to marry Athrun and become his wife filled her with an inexplicable sense of disgust and rejection.
She had merely hidden it well enough in ordinary times that no one else had noticed.
Watching the grave expression on the pink-haired girl's face, Allen smiled and shook his head. "No, of course not. I merely want you to understand that you should not regard me as one of the Coordinators, much less as your compatriot. I am myself—a human. Neither a Natural nor a Coordinator. Besides, I also hope you understand that, regarding the war currently taking place, neither you nor your compatriots are innocent."
"Not innocent? What do you mean? Do you think Blue Cosmos was right to use