The Eternal and the Kusanagi did not hesitate or grieve for even half a second. The thrusters at the sterns of both warships fired at full power, spewing long, blazing plumes bright enough to sear the eyes. Through the opening the Dominion had carved, they shot out like two arrows loosed from their bowstrings, leaving ZAFT's chaotic defensive line far behind.
The Providence Gundam remained locked in combat with the Strike Gundam. Rau Le Creuset could only watch coldly through his monitor as the two warships slipped into deep space.
He knew perfectly well that no organized fleet in this region of space could now stand between them and Genesis.
Yet the expected fury never appeared beneath his mask. Instead, the corners of Rau Le Creuset's mouth, twitching slightly from the medication's side effects, slowly relaxed into a twisted smile steeped in madness and nihilism.
What a moving sight. Humans always loved staging these supposedly noble acts of self-sacrifice when they reached a dead end, like moths struggling desperately in a spiderweb, comforting one another with the hollow lie they called "hope."
That struggle, so utterly intoxicated with its own nobility, was laughable enough to deserve a standing ovation.
Even if they shed their last drop of blood, even if those two ships actually struck Genesis's outer shell, the bells of that tower of destruction would never cease tolling.
This world's course toward its end had been set from the very beginning. No mortal could change it. Neither those politicians who thought themselves so clever nor Xia Ya, whom he had dubbed his "son" and who deluded himself into trying to save everything, could stop it.
*In that case, he would start with the nuisance right in front of him. First, he would explain that fact to this stupid waste