[Yzak gets something of a grimly exasperated look for that. Yes, he hit his head. He's currently bleeding from it. It was probably shrapnel from his exploding mobile suit.]
I didn't have time to contact anyone. "Lacus" was in the middle of warning me for speaking out against the chairman when soldiers started banging on my door. [There's a thinly veiled trace of sad irony as he says her name. Poor Meer… though if he'd convinced her to come along, she'd likely have shared the same fate as Meyrin. One innocent life on his hands is enough for this incident.] I went from one of his trusted dogs, to a traitor, to being killed in action in barely an hour.
[It didn't sting like his father's betrayal and a gunshot to the shoulder for daring to protest genocide (nothing would), but it didn't feel great to once again be betrayed by someone whose ideals he had trusted, believed in, been ready to die and kill for if he had to.]
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I didn't have time to contact anyone. "Lacus" was in the middle of warning me for speaking out against the chairman when soldiers started banging on my door. [There's a thinly veiled trace of sad irony as he says her name. Poor Meer… though if he'd convinced her to come along, she'd likely have shared the same fate as Meyrin. One innocent life on his hands is enough for this incident.] I went from one of his trusted dogs, to a traitor, to being killed in action in barely an hour.
[It didn't sting like his father's betrayal and a gunshot to the shoulder for daring to protest genocide (nothing would), but it didn't feel great to once again be betrayed by someone whose ideals he had trusted, believed in, been ready to die and kill for if he had to.]