Now that you've seen me, I can't let you survive.

Beasts only bear their fangs at enemies. They're true to their emotions.

That's sad; a woman who can't cry.

I have no choice left but to fight.

I have no name, but if you must call me something, it's Trowa.

I'm doing this alone.

Whatever they are, they're right in my way.

Hey, you! Can you hear me?

I understand. Let's just drop it.

Without resolutions, we cannot fight.

I know all about danger. I am used to walking a tight rope.

Don't over do it or I'll have to blow you up, Heero!

I'm not paid to dodge.

No, I'm not a human. I've always been a soldier.

I have a faint memory of someone telling me to act on my emotions.

This is going to be a difficult battle. But right now, I'm sensing peace in our five hearts.

I will correct the mistakes brought upon by your weakness.

Lady Une would cancel any orders to attack the colony. She's learned just how fragile the colonies really are.

I am not Trowa. I am a nameless soldier that has been in the battlefield from as far back as I can remember.

Whenever I fight, I lock myself away from any human emotions.

I've become nameless again.

That was pretty fast. Surprise, surprise.

Enemies are necassary. That's the soldiers fate.

I wouldn't mind if you want to kill me, but I might struggle a bit.

Turn back into the nice guy I once knew.

You give up far too quickly.

I didn't get to use the self-destruct mechanism, just as usual.

Are people trying to stop time in order to find themselves?

In terms of strategy against fewer enemies, it is generally regarded as effective to cut off their retreat, surround them, and lay down intense fire. Surround and exterminate. The enemy commander's decision should be considered a textbook maneuver, but, he should have waited to see what his enemy is capable of doing.

What's wrong, Quatre? This isn't like you.

I like this machine, but I have no interest in taking over Earth.

The five of us have become nothing more than redundant soldiers, Quatre.

I don't have a name. Call me Nanashi if you like.

This is the final battle. There's no need to worry about running out of bullets.

Yeah...It'll be my last...grand stand show.

For as long as I manage to live, I will wear that mask that never cries.

I can never regain my past but I can make my future.

You're too weak.

Battle record 001, recorder's name; I'll just say Trowa.

I have no regrets. I kill the enemy I see before me. I'm only practicing what they taught me.

Until now I've resisted my fate to die, and now I'll have to resist it again.

Now for my self-detonation show.

This is the end.

Everything this guy does is completely thorough and well thought out.

I'll go and stop them.

I guess you better hurry up and figure out this guy.

Why is it that I have to keep fighting like this?