Jiliang, like Xia Ya, displayed a detached calm in response to Uzmi's words.
Unlike Xia Ya, she did not possess multiple identities and experiences. Her worldview was based more on her own principles and understanding of the world.
Her gaze rested solely on Uzmi. Within those eyes, there was neither agreement nor opposition, only pure observation.
However, Uzmi's words were like a fine silver needle to Captain Ramius, Mu, and Lieutenant Badgiruel—three people who had chosen to enlist of their own will and had spent years fighting under military command. They instantly pierced the thin veneer deep within their hearts, drawing out a clear resonance.
Captain Ramius's body trembled slightly. Her gaze unconsciously dropped to the Earth Alliance uniform she wore. The insignia of the Earth Alliance was embroidered on its epaulets and cuffs, and every crease seemed to bear the honors of the past and the scars of the present.
A trace of concealed pain and confusion flashed through her eyes.
She had chosen the military, chosen this uniform, to defend peace and protect lives. Yet the cruel reality before her made her waver over what this uniform truly meant.
Her lips pressed into a tight line, as though she were suppressing some emotion on the verge of erupting.
At Uzmi's request, they began recounting everything that had happened in Alaska.
The lighting in the conference room seemed to dim further, and the atmosphere grew heavy.
As the Archangel's highest-ranking commander, Captain Ramius spoke first. Her voice was low, with a hoarseness she could not conceal.
She described in detail Alaska Base's defensive arrangements, the ZAFT Forces' assault, and the entire process through which Earth Forces had activated the Cyclops System.
Every word was steeped in bitterness, as though she were chewing on a dry stone.
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