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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Treize + Noin, Wu Fei + Duo Notes: Challenge 134. Baby Series 3 #173. Takes
place shortly following Degrees Of Strength. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Purity Of Purpose "You appear to enjoy watching the Gundam Pilots." "I confess to taking a great amount of pleasure in observing them. Though they were not trained to work together, they do so well. This demonstrates their capacity to work as a team, employing each others strengths." "I would have thought you would be wanting Zechs to win." The shade chuckled softly and looked at the woman suspended in the air over Maxwell's head. Treize preferred to observe the niceties and maintain the illusion his feet could touch the ground. It was a matter of principle to observe decorum and just because one was a shade did not mean one had to act the part. One's personal dignity must not be compromised merely because one was dead. "I approve the complexities of the chase, the participants and the purity behind their actions, even for such an event as this." "Purity?" "Indeed, Lucrezia. The success or failing of one's actions often reflects the purity of one's purpose. The pilots were ever pure in their intent." "You think they won because they were pure? What did that make everyone else?" Noin was anything but pleased. "What does it make those young men and women in Lake Victoria whom your ever so pure Gundam Pilot slaughtered? Were their intentions any less pure than Chang's? He butchered them; he did not give them a chance. How pure is that?" Even after working with the pilots at the end of the war, and as a Preventer, the attack on Lake Victoria remained a sore point with Noin. Not that he blamed her, it was a less than honourable death for so many brilliant young soldiers, but Treize knew Chang had never forgotten. Whilst he remembered them their deaths stood for something more than massacre and heartache for their families. Chang Wu Fei would never be naive enough to make such a mistake again. He had been all fire and blame, an angry young man fired with the purpose for which he had dedicated himself. Like so many other young men during the war he was in truth a naïve teenager inflamed with what he thought was righteousness. "I learned early in my military career that there is nothing more dangerous than a teenager's naïve ignorance of life… unless it is a male teenager's total disregard for the mortality of himself and his fellows. Death is not real to them. The concept behind it is not apparent to them. They might give lip service to it, but the truth is they are alive and death has no place, no meaning, on a personal level. It can be the means to an end, but death, in itself, is not real. It is a small portion of why, in focusing so exclusively on a goal they consider their own, they find a certain purity of purpose."
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