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Entry tags:
GW: Creation
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Heero is J's creation.
I'm proud of what I've made -- this thing that I have created, because he would be nothing without me. The Gundam, and the boy, one seamless fabric I wove to make a weapon. He'd do anything at my bidding, much as he sometimes hates me -- I suppose he hates me as much as any child hates its parent. As much as all creations hate their god when he fails them.
Heero is a candle I lit; a bundle of passions and energies that spark out over this new-built world. In later times, he will settle down, and burn quietly, and perhaps he will thank me then. But for now he's full of quiet passion that drives him constantly, and maybe he should thank me for that, too.
I did the best I could with him. I made him ready for the inevitable war. I gave him a place in history, and in life. I knew he would be perfect for it from the moment I first saw him. I took him, took care of him like a parent -- always doing the best for him. What I thought was best.
And though they might condemn me now, I did raise him well. I raised him to take his place, a great place, in the world. I saw that in him, at the first, and I still see it now. He's grown, but under my restraints, so now he is well rounded, perfect.
He is possibly the greatest achievement of my life. I'm almost humbled by the perfection I have created.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Heero is J's creation.
I'm proud of what I've made -- this thing that I have created, because he would be nothing without me. The Gundam, and the boy, one seamless fabric I wove to make a weapon. He'd do anything at my bidding, much as he sometimes hates me -- I suppose he hates me as much as any child hates its parent. As much as all creations hate their god when he fails them.
Heero is a candle I lit; a bundle of passions and energies that spark out over this new-built world. In later times, he will settle down, and burn quietly, and perhaps he will thank me then. But for now he's full of quiet passion that drives him constantly, and maybe he should thank me for that, too.
I did the best I could with him. I made him ready for the inevitable war. I gave him a place in history, and in life. I knew he would be perfect for it from the moment I first saw him. I took him, took care of him like a parent -- always doing the best for him. What I thought was best.
And though they might condemn me now, I did raise him well. I raised him to take his place, a great place, in the world. I saw that in him, at the first, and I still see it now. He's grown, but under my restraints, so now he is well rounded, perfect.
He is possibly the greatest achievement of my life. I'm almost humbled by the perfection I have created.