It stung, all the way down to the soul. He hugged his legs to his chest again, gazing into the fire as he listened to her and shook his head. "I was... immobile," he replied softly. "I'd gone to space to fight, to stop Oz from taking control of them. They took my whole colony hostage, threatened to destroy them all if I continued to fight. So my people destroyed the colony and themselves." Chose to die to allow him to continue fighting.

He squeezed his legs tighter, took a deep, shaky breath. "Treize was supposed to kill me. I wasn't supposed to survive the war, I was supposed to join them."