“Hey, you wanted me?” Milou asked as he entered the room. He found Donna on her bed, changed into something more appropriate for an OZ officer. Her keffiyeh was notably not worn.
Donna turned his eyes on him. “Yeah.” She replied. “I’ve been thinking a lot since the whole mess in Brussels and the sudden leadership.” She lightly tapped at the edge of the bed, a way to tell him to sit there.
Milou knew what her body language meant. He sat on the bed, next to the Gundam pilot. “I thought you recovered from that?” He asked curiously. “And what are you thinking now?”
“The chance of surviving this battle will be slim.” She explained. “Our chances are higher by a small margin.”
Milou saw the keffiyeh on a desk nearby and took it. He offered it back to Donna. “I rarely see you without it.”
She looked at her scarf. “Thanks.” She accepted. “Everyone in the family has one. My father wants to remind us of our heritage in the Levant.”
Milou thought of Donna’s body language so far as he did during his days with a cloak and dagger. His analysis skill he used to spy on people decayed after he arrived on Earth.
Donna partially took the keffiyeh. “Even all of us dying is possible.” She spoke her thoughts. “Dying with regrets left.” She looked at Milou. “Can you stay here with me for the night?” She asked. “I need company.”
Milou now understood why he couldn’t figure it out in the first place. He was also in love like Donna. “Sure.” He answered. He walked to the door to make sure it’s locked properly. When he was done, Donna got up and wrapped her keffiyeh to him as well with them briefly sharing a kiss.

Suchart found the room Donna was supposed to be in. He brought with him a bottle of red wine, a vintage from the Iberian Peninsula. “Congratulations.” He remarked. “Everyone in Heaven will be happy (well except for Mercurio maybe). Glad I got this in Brussels before leaving.” He left it at the door and knocked before quickly leaving.

***

Lord Lindemann still needed to think quick. He was the only one that is able to save the Parliament from outside. One of the Mobile Suit hangars may be lucky to be able to enter from the rear windows but even after seizing a Mobile Suit one wrong move on the stolen Panther can create an explosion that can also kill the Parliament. "Damn it, the things I do." He muttered as he dashed to the rear of one of the hangars. Seeing the altitude of the windows, he had to think of a way to climb up.