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So I finally caved and picked up Frozen Teardrop to see just how bad it really is.
And then Volume 10 happened.
For the first time in 10+ years, I finally understood why Heero chose to be frozen.
I used to hate that decision. I told myself over and over he hadnât really chosen it, that it was forced on him. Because the alternative, that he willingly went into the ice, hurt too much.
But⌠he did.
He chose it for Relena. So she wouldnât be frozen alone.
Itâs tragic. Itâs romantic. Itâs so in character for him. And honestly? It kind of broke me.
Now, donât get me wrong. 99.9% of FT is still a disaster, but this part? This part actually works. Because:
It ties back to the Preventer 0.5 and Preventer 7 manga.
It shows Dr. J giving Heero a choice, just like before Operation Meteor, so Heero actually has agency.
It expands on the FT drama CD, fleshing out Heeroâs narration in the audio drama.
So yeah. For once, it felt like there was actual thought behind this mess of a story. I appreciate that.
((FT still sucks ass, tho...))
Hereâs the excerpt if you want to see it for yourself:
Frozen Teardrop Vol. 10 - Concerto in Serendipity Pt. 1
Dissonance in Forgetting
MC-0022 NEXT WINTER
SNOW WHITE COCKPIT
Voice Recorder File Stored in the ZERO Systemâs Internal Memory
Speaker: Heero Yuy
I had been lost for as long as I could remember.
I possessed nothing.
Space had stripped me of everything, my parents, the Leo model toy I once treasured, and in the end, even my sense of self.
I had become no one.
The first man I killed was a terrorist, a rival in trade. His bomb took the lives of Vingt Khushrenada, the young leader of the Romefeller
Foundation, and his mother, Angelina. I could have stopped it before it happened.
But I didnât.
My heart was too weak.
That momentâs hesitation condemned them both.
âDonât dwell on it,â Odin Lowe had told me. âEveryoneâs first time is
like that. From the second, it gets easier.â
Since then, Iâve taken more lives than I can count. I learned to endure
it, but it never became easy. To step beyond the sin of killing while
knowing the weakness in my own heart required something more thaninstinct, it demanded a deliberate resolve.
I followed Odin Lowe, a freelance sniper, from colony to colony. He
taught me every way there was to survive, and how to live unrestrained by anything but my own emotions. When he died and Doctor J found me, there was still no peace in my heart. A young girl and a puppy, both innocent, had died because of a mistake I made.
When I took the name âHeero Yuy,â became a Gundam pilot, and
descended to Earth, the missions I accepted were wretched things, and they repeated themselves without end.
I was deceived again and again, betrayed again and again.
The more I tried to live as myself, the more I brought misfortune to
others. Until I met Relena Darlian, I had never truly been me.
Life is cheap, especially mine.
But this is the only way I know how to live.
War devours life.
Humanity has never forgotten that grief, yet it never stops fighting.
Blood and tears spilled in war become little more than ceremonial
decoration. History has its turning points that can only be told in the
language of battle. Fighting for peace, those are tired, faded platitudes, repeated countless times over centuries.
The fighting grew more intense, and somewhere along the way I
decided: protecting Relena would be my mission. It gave me a reason to live. When I finally found someone to protect, the hesitation that had always shadowed me in battle was gone.
I despised those who couldnât do the same. I hated the weak, those
who flinched at the thought of attack, who were forever glancing around in fear, unable to trust anyone, unable to say what they truly felt. I could never forgive them.
Milliardo Peacecraft once told me, âItâs the strong who make them that way.â
He was wrong.
There are no strong. All of humanity is weak.
And I was weak too. I was a loser.
In the wars of this era, there were no victors. Knowing that, I still
chose to live in this time.
In AC-196, Mariemaia Khushrenada led a rebellion against the newly
formed Earth Sphere Unified Nation, a rebellion that invited the fragile peace into an âendless waltzâ of conflict.
âTo throw away weapons and seal away soldiers, that is not peace,â
Chang Wufei, another Gundam pilot, had said. He was right; peace built on sacrifice cannot be called just. But the truth is, we had already sacrificed too many. Someday, an age will come when soldiers like us are no longer needed. Peace will never be something granted from above, it will be chosen by people themselves, when they cease to be weak and afraid.
One day, a mature humanity, worthy of freedom and peace, will
appear in this world. I believe that. And until then, I will keep fighting.
At the beginning of AC-197, Relena decided to run in the next
presidential election of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation. I warned her, âIf you run, do it as Darlian, not Peacecraft.â The name Peacecraft was nothing but a heavy cross for her to bear. If she was to act by her own will, she needed to remain a Darlian.
Had nothing happened, perhaps her dream of a peaceful world would
have been realized. But on April 7 of that year, reality crushed that dream. Dixneuf Neuenheim and a group calling themselves the Epyon de Telos, the supposed ânext government,â seized the Sanc Kingdom castle, taking two hundred hostages.
Wufei, now with the Preventers, gathered the former Gundam pilots.
Two days later, on April 9, we took action. We drove Dixneuf out, but
Relena was gravely wounded. Worse still, the terrorists had armed the castle with a nuclear time bomb.
Disabling the device would trigger another trap: the Perfect Peace
Program, a forced obedience system that reacted to medical
nanomachines.
Every part of this disaster was my mistake.
Only someone of the Peacecraft line could enter the password. With
Milliardo absent, that left only Relena.
She unlocked it.
It was the only way to save me, stranded in Sanc Kingdom Bay, from
the nuclear blast. But it also meant returning to the name Peacecraft. I told her to stop.
âLife is cheap, especially mine,â I said.
She didnât listen.
âYou havenât lived your life to its fullest. Live more. And one day, show me the moment when your soul shines its brightest.â
âIs that an order?â I asked her.
âItâs my wish,â she replied.
The comm link went dead soon after. I never learned exactly what
happened next.
April 9, AC-197, a day that ended in nothing but anguish. And that
same day, the Perfect Peace Program was set in motion. Once active, it would slaughter much of humanity, triggered either if Relena herself gave the âSETâ command, or if she met a death she did not choose.
A few days later, when Relena Peacecraft entered the cryosleep
capsule known as The Little Prince, she never once looked back. Perhaps she had already frozen her tears.
I stood before that capsule, staring at her face, frozen in time.
Once again, I had failed to protect her.
I thought I would spend the rest of my life watching over her in regret
and self-reproach, growing old, decaying alongside my own guilt. That was enough for me. If Relena remained preserved in that moment of brilliance, I would be satisfied.
Even in the endless silence, she would be the perfect conversation
partner for someone as taciturn as I was. And I, someone incapable of making his own soul shine, could accept that.
Not long after, Doctor J summoned me and showed me the newly
completed second cryosleep unit, Sleeping Beauty.
âDo you have the confidence to take on another mission?â he asked.
I didnât nod.
âYou have three choices,â he continued. âOne is âinevitability.â Another is âchance.â The last is âchoose neither.ââ
âIs that about the future, or about fate?â I asked.
His mouth twisted into a faint smile before he answered.
âBoth.â
I chose chance. It didnât matter when Princess Aurora would wake.
One day, when Relenaâs time began to move again and she decided she needed me, my time would begin again as well.
How many years passed after that didnât matter. I couldnât even say
whether I had been dreaming. There had been no electrical storms in my brain like those of ordinary sleep.
The world I left behind had, it seemed, maintained a kind of peace
while I slept, but only in the Earth Sphere. Here on Mars, the great gears of history had begun to grind out of alignment.
I awoke in Mars Calendar 0022, in âNEXT WINTER.â My location: the
Preventer Mars Branch, North Polar Base. Around me stood Wufei, Duo Maxwell, a cheap Sally ripoff, and Duoâs half-trained, defective offspring who was only half-qualified as a warrior.
Mars terraforming had apparently succeeded. But the planet was now split between two powers locked in war. The Martian Civil War, pitting the Southern Mars Confederate States, led by the Lanagreene Republic, against the Northern Mars Federation government, whose second president was Relena Peacecraft.
I was told her wish was to die by my hand. Killing her, they claimed,
would end the war with minimal bloodshed. The operation was called
Operation Mythos.
Wufei, now head of the Preventer Mars Branch, gave me my mission:
assassinate the second president of the Martian Federation.
Relena had awakened six months earlier, and had returned, inevitably, to the name Peacecraft.
I accepted the mission.
âRelena Peacecraft will die by my hand.â
Returning her to the name Darlian was something only I could do, and she wanted it as much as I did.
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