A World Without a Future

Gibraltar's night sky glittered with stars.

Gibril had appeared in Orb and denied PLANT's extradition request.

If Orb was determined to shield Gibril, then for the sake of justice and peace, Orb would inevitably be consumed by the flames of war.

"Cagalli..."

Murmuring her name, Athrun looked at the stars beyond the window and inexplicably thought of that stubborn, innocent girl.

For Orb and peace in the world, she had given far too much and endured too much joy and sorrow.

But now, the nation she had protected might be swept up in war—in the name of justice.

"But is the peace Chairman Durandal speaks of truly peace? Can it really be called 'humanity's peace'?"

In the future Chairman Durandal envisioned, humans were nothing more than symbols that made up the world.

Not feeling, not thinking, existing only to keep the world turning—being a compliant cog was all the chairman wanted.

But in such a future, could humanity still be considered alive?

He had many doubts about the future the chairman was planning, yet he did not know how to deny it.

Orb, which believed in the ideal of peace, was about to be drawn into war as well, yet he did not know how to stop it—

The frustration made Athrun clench his fists unconsciously.

Just then, he heard a hurried knock at the door.

"Athrun... Athrun!"

Athrun pressed the door control, and the entryway lights came on.

Mia Campbell rushed in in a panic.

"Mia?"

Athrun reined in his emotions and looked at Mia in confusion. "What happened?"

"You really were in your room!"

Mia glanced at Athrun, immediately locked the door behind her, and hurried over.

"What are you trying to—"

"Are you very close to Orb's former representative?"

Athrun had thought she was here to cling