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Does anyone care if I cannot say goodbye? I’ve lost my voice, all I can do is stand still All I can do is stand still…She’s beautiful, she’s by herself, and she looks so very lost in thought, fingers not used to being idle clicking on her communicator unit absently
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When Billie sees one for the first time, the mobile suit descending onto the demonstration grounds in a flurry of noise and light, she feels like she’s finally been pushed face forward into the waiting world. Graham doesn’t shut up about the Gundam for days. Those stretch into weeks, then she recognizes the beginning of a lifelong obsession. When they race around the world for the first few weeks, looking for clues and battles and scraps they can salvage from these fallen angels, she feels like they’re a team for the first time. Graham doesn’t treat her as a woman (she pretends it hurts her feminine pride), and never as a subordinate. The others whisper behind their back, and it takes effort to ignore damaging gossip, the tool of the weak and envious; but when they’re together, they’re equal. When he demands too much of her time and sanity, she complies patiently, but reminds him how she has to take care of him, being the smarts of the team. He wants to possess that light from above, the whirlwind of fire that has lit everything
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Billie doesn’t expect the ghost of the boy; make that the man, when she finds out about Les. It’s a game of hide and seeks, tag and run, and the world mocks her as she races through it. The war is over, and people are calming their beating hearts, others are picking up the pieces. He’s pale and tired, and standing too close to the edge of the rooftop garden at the hotel where he’s been spending the past few days. There’s nothing left of the boy in that tall frame save for his uncertain, scared smile when he sees her
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I’ve lost my voice, all I can do is stand still
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