Frey, consumed by hatred and emotionally out of control, was quickly dragged away by soldiers and placed in solitary confinement.
Although she had stolen an officer's sidearm and attempted to shoot Lacus Clyne dead.
Under normal circumstances, she should have been thrown into the brig until they reached a place with a court, then handed over to the judicial authorities for Trial and ultimately sent to prison according to the judge's ruling.
But aboard the Archangel, no one was overly harsh on the girl who had just witnessed her father being killed with her own eyes.
That was because nearly every Natural officer and soldier present harbored intense hostility, even hatred, toward the ZAFT Army and Coordinators, and deeply sympathized with Frey's tragic experience.
Unless she caused irreversible consequences, they could simply turn a blind eye and let it pass.
After all, double standards were one of humanity's instincts.
Once the brief chaos ended, everything finally returned to normal.
For some reason, Lacus felt that the way the people around her—especially the Earth Alliance soldiers who had just emerged from the escape pods—looked at her had suddenly become terrifying. She could not help shivering, lowered her head, and asked quietly, "Do they hate me?"
"Yeah, they do!" Allen answered without hesitation.
At this moment, he did not even need to sense everyone's thoughts to notice the indescribably dreadful atmosphere.
Clearly, those soldiers had turned all the grief and anger in their hearts into hatred, venting it overwhelmingly upon the pink-haired girl beside them.
That naked, undisguised malice was more than enough to scare most ordinary sixteen- or seventeen-year-olds senseless.
"Why? I'm obviously not a soldier. I've never joined the ZAFT Army, and I've never killed anyone." Lacus frowned instinctively, her tone full of confusion and incomprehension.
"You can't expect everyone