[ The sky is going to fall. Even if you didn't know for certain that the remnants of a space colony were about to drop into Earth's orbit, the unnatural darkness of the sky and the red reflection on the sea would have clued you in to coming disaster.
Two years. It's only been two years since the war stopped and you were allowed to live in peace. And now it's starting all over again.
But there's a gentle smile on your face. There has to be, because a group of children between 5 and 12 look up at you expectantly, with big confused eyes. ]
Now, come here everybody. Please follow me.
[ You say it the same way you'd call them on a trip. One of the girls recognizes this and proudly announces: Oh, I get it, we're going shopping! Another complains: I still wanna play though...! You can't help but smile, despite it all. These children trust you. You want to do right by them.
But then you notice that one is missing from your group. The Reverend is there, the kids are all there, and Ms. Yamato is there, but... ]
Kira...?
[ You look around and you find him standing by the seaside, staring up into the sky. Following his gaze upwards, you can see it. Like shooting stars, like comets, the debris is entering the atmosphere. And then there it is: red, burning red, a giant foreign body. A dead colony, a graveyard, a warning. It's returning to those who wronged it.
You usher the children into the bunker under the church. You call for Kira to join you. The children grow restless. 'Do we hafta stay here forever?', a boy cries out. ]
Everything will be fine. We will only be here for a little while.
[ You say it in your same friendly tone, always projecting a calm sort of safety. (God knows, these children deserve to feel safe for once.) Just as you say it, something shakes the earth and the lights flicker. The children are agitated. The first tears start to spill. You hold the two next to you tight, you mutter that it's going to be alright, over and over... but that's not enough.
So you do what you do best. You sing, with all the wishes in your heart. You sing like a prayer, like a lullaby. Listen to me. Listen to my voice. Hear my message and hear my promise, you beg silently. Above you, your house falls to dust and you know it. ]
Billy
Two years. It's only been two years since the war stopped and you were allowed to live in peace. And now it's starting all over again.
But there's a gentle smile on your face. There has to be, because a group of children between 5 and 12 look up at you expectantly, with big confused eyes. ]
Now, come here everybody. Please follow me.
[ You say it the same way you'd call them on a trip. One of the girls recognizes this and proudly announces: Oh, I get it, we're going shopping! Another complains: I still wanna play though...! You can't help but smile, despite it all. These children trust you. You want to do right by them.
But then you notice that one is missing from your group. The Reverend is there, the kids are all there, and Ms. Yamato is there, but... ]
Kira...?
[ You look around and you find him standing by the seaside, staring up into the sky. Following his gaze upwards, you can see it. Like shooting stars, like comets, the debris is entering the atmosphere. And then there it is: red, burning red, a giant foreign body. A dead colony, a graveyard, a warning. It's returning to those who wronged it.
You usher the children into the bunker under the church. You call for Kira to join you. The children grow restless. 'Do we hafta stay here forever?', a boy cries out. ]
Everything will be fine. We will only be here for a little while.
[ You say it in your same friendly tone, always projecting a calm sort of safety. (God knows, these children deserve to feel safe for once.) Just as you say it, something shakes the earth and the lights flicker. The children are agitated. The first tears start to spill. You hold the two next to you tight, you mutter that it's going to be alright, over and over... but that's not enough.
So you do what you do best. You sing, with all the wishes in your heart. You sing like a prayer, like a lullaby. Listen to me. Listen to my voice. Hear my message and hear my promise, you beg silently. Above you, your house falls to dust and you know it. ]