Moved Michel

Only after confirming that Xia Ya had truly gone far away did the corridor's indescribable emptiness seem to swallow every remaining sound.

Michel stood there dazed for a long while, his expression utterly vacant.

He lingered over something that ran contrary to both his experience as a PLANT serviceman and his understanding of a war-torn world—something that could even be called a complete and utter overturning.

He opened his mouth and, to no avail, let out a soft, light laugh. It was mixed with emotions even he could not grasp: the chill of mockery, the desolation of self-ridicule, and an almost imperceptible helpless longing in the face of that dream, so pure it bordered on absurdity.

That laugh was deeper and sadder than any cry. It even carried a trace of subtle warmth and release that could only arise when one's heart had been moved.

He tilted his head, feeling his thoughts spin violently, yet unable to precisely express the indescribable upheaval raging within him like a deep-sea whirlpool. All he could do was mutter to himself, like the most insignificant yet truest invisible sigh cast into an empty corner:

"To say something so incredible..."

Incredible? Perhaps it was simply so unbelievable that it transcended this filthy world of apocalyptic conflict.

Yet when spoken by an unofficial young man in such a calm and steadfast tone, it was instead filled with a persuasive, moving power that made one almost want to take a deep breath and tremble slightly. It even shone with a lofty hope that could bring tears to one's eyes.

That alone was more precious than any grand plan or bloody victory. It possessed a more moving core than all the justice and freedom proclaimed by ZAFT and the Federation!

"Michel, then what do you think?"

At that