They lingered over a dessert that Dorothy refused on the grounds that too much food in one sitting put her to sleep. Whether that was a ploy to make Relena eat more creme brulee and put extra weight on her slender frame, only Dorothy would ever know. Dorothy had discovered, though never had mentioned, that Relena came out of her therapy sessions considerably more prone to answering personal questions than on a usual day. A mildly conspiratorial air and a pot of vanilla-flavored coffee did the rest.

"But why were you so determined to go into politics, Relena?" Dorothy persisted. "Yes, I know you've said you always were, but there has to be more than that. All children have dreams about their future, but no one follows a such a whim blindly--at some point, we all reconsider our choices, if only to confirm our resolutions. Didn't that ever happen with you?"

Relena was slow in her answer, sipping coffee like wine and twirling her spoon. "Yes," she said finally. "At the end of the war. I wondered, then, if I had done my part, and fulfilled my destiny. I'd done almost more than I ever thought I could, and I was exhausted. Then they came and offered me the Vice-Ministership. I refused, at first. They were very persistant, though, and kept offering." She paused to take a bite of her custard. "I didn't know what to do. So I went and talked to the only people I thought could understand..."

Dorothy's eyes lit up. "You talked to the Gundam pilots, didn't you?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"And what did they tell you?"
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