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Author's Notes: An even more serious view on Heero. Please review

The Heero

The war. It changed me. Especially the people I met in it. Relena, Duo, Quatre, Trowa, and even Wufei have affecterd me, though I won't admit it. Duo, he started me in the path. He is my best friend. Wufei, he gave me views of an ally turned enemy turned ally. Trowa, another good friend. If it weren't for him, I'd be dead. Quatre, he went crazy with Zero, but he couldn't have known it would happen. He helped me believe more and more in peace and led me to help the Sanc kingdom. Relena, my love. I won't admit it to her because I know she deserved better than me. She never married though. Even Zechs, rather Milliardo now has influenced me. He is a good friend, though we won't admit to any of it. We have much in common. The ZERO system, feelings for Relena, and so on. How many times have I threatened Relena's life? And my friend's lives?

How many people have I killed through out the whole war? Every day I wondered who would be missing a father or a son. Even a daughter. I should be thankful that Mobile dolls were made. Less people for me to have killed.

Even after the war's over, I will carry the guilt of everyone's deaths that were caused by me. Especially Marshall Noventa's. I know that his family has forgiven me for what I have done, but I won't be able to let go of that guilt. If it were not for me, the war might have ended faster and Relena wouldn't have had to abandon her young life.

And that girl. That innocent girl and her dog that I had killed accidently. She wouldn't have died if I hadn't killed Marshall Noventa.

The doctors probably wouldn't have been happy with me though. The mission was suppose to be one about revenge against OZ.

People call me and the other pilots heroes. Duo made a joke about "Heero the hero". The only reason I am a "hero" is because I had fought to attain peace and I was one of the people that did get it. I am not a hero. The only hero is Relena. She is the one that brought about peace to the world.

Right now though, I am tired. I see my friends, even Milliardo, by my bed. I know I am hallucinating. They were dead now. Relena, the year before. Duo a few days ago. Trowa, he died in his sleep five years ago. Quatre had died from a disease a few years after the Mariemeia incident. He never got much of a chance to see the world in which we helped attain peace. Wufei had died a few days after his second wife, Sally Po, had died. The stress of her death added onto the stress that he had received through the war. He has probably been through more hardships than everyone else has.

Their children were at my bedside though, I knew that they WERE there. They were now quite old. Their parents had met quite early on in their lives after all. A few of them cried, now losing their last "uncle". Their children also stood by.

Everything is now so bright, and I am sleepy. "Good night everyone," I said, then fell into an endless sleep.