Prompt #29: Birth
Word count: 210
"This is the birth of a new Era."
How many times had Duo heard those words? He still wasn't sure how they applied to him, what they meant for his future. Yet everywhere he turned, someone was saying it. It seemed every dignitary in all of Earth or the colonies had a poster with that phrase plastered below his grinning face.
"If this is a birth, then it is also a death. The people would do well to remember the soldiers whose lives they casually throw away now that peace is upon us," echoed a television in a storefront as Duo passed. He paused, not quite believing what he'd heard. Who would dare to make a statement so bold, so true?
The mass of blond hair was the giveaway, even though the mask had finally been removed. It was hard to reconcile this man who seemed to get it with the man who'd been an enemy not so long ago. But hadn't the war passed? Was it time to make friends out of old enemies, bond with the only people who could really understand?
Yes, it was. Duo resumed his walk home, head held high. Zechs Merquise would be hearing from him soon.