THAT BASTARD ATHRUN.
He peeked past the door, looking fearfully down into the ‘RESIDENCY’ of the Zala’s, once abandoned. Holding a gun, he glanced back at his two companions, beckoning them closer with his wrist he called them towards the door.
“No sign of Athrun—or Lady Cagalli. He must be around here somewhere, though. Let’s keep looking.” Nicol closed his eyes. And clutched onto Yzak’s magic eyeliner tightly-keeping from sobbing. “We will save her from the same fate that Yzak went through..”