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The same unrest broke out in every corner of ZAFT.

Including Yzak and Diakka.

"Captain, what do we do next?"

Diakka tilted his head toward Yzak. "This isn't a joke. What comes next won't be so easy."

"We are ZAFT soldiers. Our duty is to protect PLANT!"

Yzak replied coldly, then turned and left without looking back.

He could not directly determine whether the Chairman's ideals were right.

But his duty was to protect the PLANT colonies, and that had never changed from beginning to end.

As long as he understood that, it was enough.

Still, Durandal's words continued to leave Yzak shaken and irritated.

"Oh my, oh my. What an incredible ideal."

Inside Genesis α.

Matisse could not help laughing as she listened to Durandal's speech.

Everything determined by genes?

Such absurdity was actually unfolding before her eyes.

She did not know whether Durandal was naive or arrogant.

Human genes did indeed determine the furthest direction a person could reach.

But that was not absolute.

Someone had once said that genius was ninety-nine percent effort and one percent inspiration.

Ninety-nine percent effort could be found, but that one percent of inspiration had stopped countless people in their tracks.

From that perspective, Durandal's theory seemed rather good.

After all, he was telling you in advance the highest position you could reach in your life.

But the question was, if your genes determined that you could become a world-class long-distance running champion, would you necessarily become one?

Or rather, if your genes told you that you could not become a first-rate long-distance runner, did that truly mean you could never achieve it?

Did one first obtain a dream, then strive for it?

Or did one first obtain power, then consider one's dream?

That question—

"Heh, what bullshit ideal. That guy really