We plan and we scheme/ 'Til there's nothing left of our little dream {post mission}

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1] Directly after the mission, the Dynames is dragged into the Hanger, a smoldering wreck really, dragging a huge gun. He crawls out of the cockpit and sort of just... sits on the ground beside his Gundam, his Haro rolling out beside him.
For a long time he just sits there, breathing and looking from his own wreck to that of the GN-driveless Kyrios and back again, bewildered, and stunned with disbelief.
"How... how did we survive this?"



2] (Locked to Allelujah)
All at once he got up and ran over to Allelujah, just as he got out of his own mech, nearly toppling his fellow Meister over as he laughed out loud in disbelief and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, squeezing him tightly and lifting him off the ground.
"I though I was going to loose you!!"



3]Later that night...
Despite the victory Lockon couldn't sleep. Nightmares tore at the edge of his dreams, and stole away the needed rest. Instead he had taken to pacing again, sans Haro for once, but the pacing was to much work, and instead Lockon had taken do a dim place in the arboretum, as far away from it's few 'inhabitants' as he could. He sat laxly on a bench, his head tipped back on his shoulder as he looked out to the stars in the sky and sighed deeply. He closed his eyes and relives those few minutes of fear again and again. He hadn't expected this part... this feeling of dread at the idea of loosing Allelujah. Setsuna had saved him with a clever turn of the tide, but still... How could he face battle now, when such fear only grew greater as his love for the raven haired Meister also grew. How would he cope with this?
"I need a drink..."