A girl. A girl about the same age as him, piloting the unbelievably powerful Goddess of Liberation Gundam, was slaughtering Coordinators on the front lines with those two Beam Sabers.
Since when had the Earth Alliance started sending children like this into battle?
Where had they found a pilot capable of operating a G-Series unit?
Driving skills of this level could not possibly have been cultivated overnight.
What had that girl gone through to stand here and say, in a voice mixed with hatred and pain, "I hate red"?
These questions flashed through Athrun Zala's mind at an astonishing speed, but none of them had an answer.
None of that mattered. What truly mattered was the reality before him—regardless of who the pilot was, that machine was an enemy.
The Goddess of Liberation Gundam's power continued to rise.
Its thruster output kept climbing, the glow of its light wings grew ever more blinding, and every joint in its frame was generating greater torque.
Its thrust was in no way inferior to the nuclear-powered Justice Gundam's, and in some moments, it even showed signs of surpassing Justice Gundam.
"I hate red..."
The girl's voice came through the communications channel again.
This time, the hatred in her voice was even stronger, like lava that had been suppressed for too long finally finding a breach at the mouth of a volcano.
"I wish you'd just disappear already!"
"Give me a break!"
Athrun's fury was finally ignited. He found the entire situation utterly absurd.
An Earth Forces pilot, an enemy who had killed who knew how many Coordinators, was standing here and saying "I hate red" in a tone as though she had been wronged?
"If you hate it that much, why don't you back off yourselves?!"
His voice echoed through the cockpit. Justice