[ The theater is dark. You're on stage, in your full live concert outfit, and the lights shine only on you. There is nobody here, at least nobody you can see. You're not singing for them anyway. This one concert is for yourself. Your retirement concert, the final goodbye to your old life. It is a prayer that your decisions will be worth it.
You sing as you wait.
The song is just finished when a familiar mechanic voice comes to your ear. Haro! Haro! Lacus! says Mr. Pink and he jumps from the seats onto the stage and into your waiting arms. ]
Why, hello, Mr. Pink! [ You are genuinely delighted to see him. But after that greeting, you turn to the audience, to the boy who has come with your friend. ] I was certain you would bring him here. Thank you very much.
[ Athrun looks at you with a grave expression on his face. There is a gun in his hand, though it is not pointed at you - yet. ]
Lacus.
Yes?
[ You smile sweetly, as if you don't know exactly why he's giving you that look. He comes running, jumps onto the stage and comes to stand in front of you.
This is an inevitable confrontation (18:00-21:40). Through it, Athrun looks at you with eyes full of betrayal, confusion, fear. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time, and maybe that is true.
Athrun has never looked at you, not really. You like Athrun. But he is no partner for you, not like this.
And still, he decides to protect you. Your gunmen shoot down the assailants and as you watch them bleed out on the stage floor you think that it's good that none of these weapons had to be used on Athrun. You also feel sorry to the stage for being desecrated like this. Now your life is truly stained with blood. Now you cannot go back.
So you smile at Athrun and say goodbye. You leave to fight the battle only Lacus Clyne can fight.]
Temenos
You sing as you wait.
The song is just finished when a familiar mechanic voice comes to your ear. Haro! Haro! Lacus! says Mr. Pink and he jumps from the seats onto the stage and into your waiting arms. ]
Why, hello, Mr. Pink! [ You are genuinely delighted to see him. But after that greeting, you turn to the audience, to the boy who has come with your friend. ] I was certain you would bring him here. Thank you very much.
[ Athrun looks at you with a grave expression on his face. There is a gun in his hand, though it is not pointed at you - yet. ]
Lacus.
Yes?
[ You smile sweetly, as if you don't know exactly why he's giving you that look. He comes running, jumps onto the stage and comes to stand in front of you.
This is an inevitable confrontation (18:00-21:40). Through it, Athrun looks at you with eyes full of betrayal, confusion, fear. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time, and maybe that is true.
Athrun has never looked at you, not really. You like Athrun. But he is no partner for you, not like this.
And still, he decides to protect you. Your gunmen shoot down the assailants and as you watch them bleed out on the stage floor you think that it's good that none of these weapons had to be used on Athrun. You also feel sorry to the stage for being desecrated like this. Now your life is truly stained with blood. Now you cannot go back.
So you smile at Athrun and say goodbye. You leave to fight the battle only Lacus Clyne can fight.]