Because they had never fought such a stifling battle.
Because they did not want to be protected.
Because warriors should die on the battlefield, and from the moment they became Dark Night City's armed forces, they had been ready to go to war!
Because what did it matter if their enemy was a god?!
Because even gods could be killed!
With the roar of the charge, the firing of cannons, and the cries of battle rushing past his ears, Lynn stood there in a daze, until a hand settled on his shoulder and someone stepped past him, saying softly:
"Lynn, this is our Dark Night City."
"I know that ever since the last upheaval in Dark Night City, you've wanted to protect everyone. But Lynn, do you know something?"
Sir Awen turned his head, his gaze gentle.
"Many of them chose to join this Mechanical War because of you. Because every one of them knows that back then, when all of us were dead..."
"You defended our city alone."
He tightened his grip on Lynn's shoulder.
Then he raised his head, a resolute smile appearing on his face.
"Give everyone a chance."
"Just this once."
"Because they all know you're watching them."
Vmmm-
Sir Awen once again became the sky-blotting Psychic Giant. He took a step forward and, amid an explosion of psionics, drove his fist into Ether's endless Mechanical Legion.
Gales swept across the earth.
They whipped Lynn's hair into a wild dance.
He turned his head in a daze, gazing through the storm at the distant battlefield, at the countless Night Doctor troops charging without fear of death.
His fingers twitched.
Then he suddenly clenched his fist. The corners of his mouth slowly rose, and he adjusted a nonexistent Monocle.
"Fuck, I get it. Did you have to