It had to be said, talking with the Desert Tiger had been more pleasant than expected.
This "uncle," who always gave people the impression of being rather unserious, seemed to have seen through all the worldly games and dust of life. At the same time, he possessed an extraordinary sensitivity toward war and the current situation.
He understood very clearly that if things continued as they were, both the ZAFT Army and the Earth Alliance would inevitably head down an uncontrollable dead end of mutual destruction. He also longed to find another solution.
Unfortunately, Andrew Waltfield had not realized at all that the root of his conflict and contradiction lay in the moral standards modern human civilization had established—standards far beyond what society itself could bear.
For P.L.A.N.T. residents, who possessed the most advanced technology, every resource they needed could be obtained from space. They had never experienced hunger or cold, so they naturally believed that being well-fed and satisfied was a basic right for everyone from birth to death.
But in North Africa, where resources were relatively scarce and technology backward, not everyone was qualified to be well-fed and satisfied.
Forget being well-fed and satisfied—many people struggled even to obtain the most basic drinking water.
Especially after the war broke out, vast numbers of nuclear power plants had been crippled by Neutron Jammers, directly triggering a terrifying energy crisis and economic recession.
More than ninety percent of the desalination plants that had once met people's daily needs and provided agricultural irrigation had now ceased operations.
As everyone knew, water was the source of life.
For an arid desert region, losing its desalination plants meant that even the basic survival of local residents could no longer be guaranteed.
Under such circumstances, even if Andrew Waltfield wanted to win over the