As a clown putting on make up, you can paint emotions on your face. Fear, laughter or tear no matter how disconnected you are from these feelings.
As a clown, Trowa can wear expression on his face without having to express anything.
As a clown, people would laugh at him like the butt of the joke that he is. Exactly like what he would be if he were to let down his guard and put away his stoic mask.
The differences is as a clown, he is safe. As a clown, none of these expressions are real. The world doesn’t reach him, they can’t hurt him.
Just like how he is safe in the cockpit of a mobile suit, probably one of his oldest mask. He can see himself as a simple machine the same way his opponents can only see an armed mobile suit and not the boy inside it.
This is the most efficient way to live.
Then Heero enter his life with a completely different philosophy.
