As the fallen angel lowered his blade, Gunvolt's grip on his own weapon eased a bit. He still wasn't ready to drop his guard, but... he took heed of the words spoken to him. ...A cold shiver crawled up his spine; a chill that pierced him to his very core... for reasons he could not fully understand.

It was almost like the angel's eye was seeing right through him.

"...You might be right," he answered. "While I've fought so far... I don't know if my resolve has ever been truly tested. Whether I'll bend... or break."

Gunvolt looked down, at his gun in his hand, emblazoned with the QUILL logo on the side as Ky's words echoed in his head again.... and then another's.


You don't know what she's capable of, GV. The safest course of action is to proceed with the mission. Destroy her.

...That cold shiver again.

"Asimov... was that how he really felt?"