Gundam SEED: Poetry of Tomorrow

Chapter 12 Gilbert Durandal
PLANTDecember.

As a newly promoted white-coated, Nebula Medal recipient and commander of the new battleship Vesalius, Rau Lu Cruze was currently resting in his pajamas in a single-family villa in this city in December.

No matter what his identity is, he still has not escaped from the category of human beings. Naturally, he also needs rest like everyone else.

ding dong~
The doorbell rang.

The disturbed Cruze put on his mask and walked to the door.

"pajamas?"

At the door, a long-haired man wearing a green parliamentary uniform looked stunned. It was obvious that he had not expected this scene.

Kruse, who was standing at the door, asked in reply: "It seems you are surprised?"

"Everyone has things that he cannot know and that are beyond his understanding, and I am no exception."

The long-haired man replied with a chuckle.

"Your joke is so funny."

After Kruse said coldly, he turned and left in the direction of the living room.

The long-haired man smiled softly when he saw this, and then walked in.

Cruze's living room is very simple, so simple that it only has basic furniture. The long-haired man had already expected this.

Before the coffee table.

Cruze took off his mask and put it on the table, then asked the man in front of him: "I heard that you were called by people from the Genetic Research Institute a few days ago."

"You can understand such a trivial matter, so you care about me." The long-haired man replied with a chuckle.

"Aren't we two friends?"

Kruse heard what the other party meant, but he also had his own reasons.

"It's natural."

"Then don't you think it's gratifying for friends to care about each other?" Kruse continued to ask.

"Well, you are right, so when I heard that you were back, I came over to see you immediately. Are you very touched by this?" The long-haired man replied with a smile after hearing this.

"Exceptionally touching."

After finishing speaking, Kruse did not go any further on this topic and asked instead: "I only have coffee here, do you want it?"

“I never pick on anything.”

The long-haired man chuckled and echoed.

"Is it because everything has its own unique value in your eyes?"

Kruse asked rhetorically.

After hearing this, the long-haired man turned and looked at Cruze, with a calm and friendly smile gradually appearing on his face.

Cruze looked at him calmly.

"Why do we have to squeeze each other like this every time?"

After a moment, the long-haired man broke the calm with a chuckle: "I'd like the coffee with sugar, thank you."

"A picky guy."

After speaking, Kruse turned around and walked towards where the coffee machine was stored.

The long-haired man took off his congressman's jacket and threw it on the sofa. He stood there and looked around, trying to find any features that were different from what he remembered.

The decoration and furniture at home will reflect part of the personality and characteristics of the person concerned.

This is not deliberate, but unconscious acquiescence.

a while.

Cruze came out with two cups of coffee and said to the long-haired man who was looking around: "What's the point of you coming to me?"

"So direct?"

The long-haired man was a little surprised at Cruze's straightforwardness.

"Sorry, I don't have any sugar here. The taste of coffee may not suit you, so I won't leave you sitting for a long time."

Kruse gives the reasons.

"This is indeed a very frustrating thing."

The long-haired man nodded when he heard this, sat on the sofa, picked up the coffee and said, "I received a very special request not long ago. They hope that I can go to the Gene Research Institute to help look at something."

"I actually asked you, who is already a member of Parliament, to check it out. It seems that there is something special about that thing."

Kruse echoed.

The PLANT Supreme Council is the highest decision-making body. Below it is a 60-member parliament. Each colony has a district chief and administrative team.

The political system is a republic, and district mayors and others are mutually elected, but they cannot participate in elections.

PLANT A colony is equal to 1 district, and 10 districts make up 1 city.

The city of PLANT is a kind of mutual aid association.

When something happens within the district that cannot be dealt with, other districts will lend a helping hand.

Therefore, the municipal government does not act as an administrative unit to implement unified governance.

There is also no unified municipal mayor for convenience, and there is no municipal council.However, in order to unify PLANT's opinions, PLANT established a 60-member parliament.

The man in front of him was one of the city council members—Gilbert Durandal.

"Yes."

Durandal nodded.

"and then?"

Kruse continued to ask.

"Nothing else, I just want to share the good news with you."

Durandal replied with a chuckle.

"So that particular thing has something to do with Ino Kamal?"

Cruze seemed to have guessed the other party's intention and purpose.

"I don't know. It may or may not be relevant."

Durandal replied with a chuckle.

Kruse fell into silence upon hearing this.

After a moment, Kruse, who probably thought about the situation, took a sip of coffee and said frankly: "Although you may already know this, he is indeed not my target."

"Looks like I guessed right."

Durandal nodded upon hearing this, obviously anticipating this answer.

"So what are you going to do?"

Kruse asked rhetorically.

"I'm just here to share my joy and confirm my answer."

Durandal smiled.

"According to the current situation analysis, he should have known that he was exposed and was ready to start self-rescue."

After finishing speaking, Kruse continued to analyze calmly: "Become an MS pilot first to reduce the wariness of the upper management. After graduation, find an opportunity to go to the front line and pilot the MS alone on a certain battlefield to escape from this place of right and wrong——"

"Without my intervention, the probability of success of this plan is infinitely close to 100%. Of course, when the plan succeeds, he will also become a speechless corpse——"

At the end of the sentence, Cruze turned his head and looked at Durandal: "So do you want him to die or live?"

"Everyone has a destiny that he cannot escape, no one is exception."

Durandal chuckled and said: "Whether he lives or dies, that is his fate."

"Destiny is such an uninteresting thing."

Kruse used to sneer at the so-called fate, even disdain.

But as time went by, he gradually discovered that fate is indeed very helpless sometimes.

"It's really uninteresting."

Durandal nodded, agreeing with Cruze's answer.

"Then what are you going to do if I accidentally break the destiny in your mouth?" Cruze asked.

Hearing this, Durandal paused slightly while holding the coffee in his hand, turned his head and looked at Kruse and said: "The broken destiny shows that its meaning of existence is limited to this."

"Heh, I noticed that you are becoming more and more like a magician."

Kruse couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"If this is my fate, there's nothing wrong with it."

Durandal replied with a smile.

After about 10 minutes.

Durandal drove out of the villa wearing a green parliamentary uniform.

Looking at the car silhouette in the distance, the expression on Cruze's face gradually became solemn and complicated.

Durandal never does anything meaningless.

In other words, everyone's actions have their own unique meaning.

But what is the meaning of all this that Durandal told himself?
There was no doubt that Durandal had discovered something in Ino Kamal.

But what did he find?
Even Cruze didn't know what kind of reaction he should give.

Because he didn't know what reaction Durandal wanted him to give.

In this uncertain situation, any choice and action you make may become the action Durandal desires.

"Oh, what a troublesome guy."

Feeling that the other party's thoughts were disturbed, Kruse chuckled and closed the door.

He wasn't sure what Durandal wanted, and he didn't need to know for sure.

I just have to know what I want and go for it.

Haven't I always been like this?

(End of this chapter)