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Written back in December 11, 2008, this is a drabble in response to a prompt at the Mechaphiles Forum, "All the points of light start to dim and cease transmitting."

WARNING! CHARACTER DEATH!
If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest you don't proceed.

Of Praise and Sorrow
a Gundam 00 fanfic by Cielo

It had all happened so fast - platoons of Ahead, GN-X, all up against the handful of mobile suits that made of Celestial Being. The top turret of the Ptolemaios was locked on, where Marie had been assigned to man the guns. In a move that one can consider heroic, or downright idiotic, Allelujah drove the Arios into the line of fire...

The ICU at Krung Thep was silent, save for the hiss and beep of the life support capsule - the thread upon which Allelujah Haptism hung onto. Marie was sitting on a chair right beside it, her head leaning onto the glass. To the unknowing passerby, it would only seem that this woman fell asleep watching over the patient. But the members of Celestial Being knew that it was the only way if they wanted to see Allelujah back up on his feet again.

His injuries were such that even at the rate of regenerative medicine at their disposal, it would take almost a year for him to gain complete functions of his body and to go through rigorous physical therapy. Any other person would have died - but it would seem that Super Soldiers were created - manufactured - to endure a lot more.

But what use would the body be, if the mind, the heart and the spirit were destroyed?

Marie carried minute conversations with Allelujah in her mind - and more often than not, the conversations where one-sided. It was like she was doing all the talking and he was just listening. She knew he was there - it was like she could hear him breathing, as if his lips were moving; an undecipherable, but strong signal that only she could understand.

And then it happened.

Chall Acoustica happened by the medical bay, when she heard Marie's screams. For a split second, she wondered why a praise to God would be voiced out so... "un-praise-like." But then it hit her - she ran to the ICU. Her movements, it seemed to her, were almost mechanical: she called for the doctor, while the silver-haired girl clung onto the capsule as if her life depended on it. She then called for Sumeragi and the Meisters...

The doctor came in and quickly - accurately & carefully - scanned through the vital statistics displayed by the monitors. He bit his lip and bade for the capsule to be opened. It had to take Lockon and Setsuna to hold the sobbing Marie back.

The people at Krung Thep could never forget that day – the day when a psalm of praise turned into a mournful song of sorrow.

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