[His eyes seem to look a little more wet than before... and he drops to his knees, letting his gun slip out of his hand. He's in front of Solidus now, vulnerable, head bowed in shame. He couldn't do it, even though he meant to... He wanted to hurt Solidus so badly, for everything.
But he couldn't do it. He really had become some sentimental old fool, hadn't he? Though... He was so exhausted from battle, was there any real reason to blame him? He was losing sight of what he was fighting for, who he was fighting...
He couldn't say that he didn't care anymore. Instead, he cared too much, and it kept him from pulling the trigger. Stupid old fool... that's all he could think of himself as.]
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But he couldn't do it. He really had become some sentimental old fool, hadn't he? Though... He was so exhausted from battle, was there any real reason to blame him? He was losing sight of what he was fighting for, who he was fighting...
He couldn't say that he didn't care anymore. Instead, he cared too much, and it kept him from pulling the trigger. Stupid old fool... that's all he could think of himself as.]