For a long moment, the two watch each other, Heero still holding Trowa's hand. Trowa pulls his hand out of Heero's grasp and walks away, leaving the knife behind on the counter. Trowa stands in front of Heavyarms, watching the unmoving Gundam. Slowly, he walks forward and rests both his hands on the cold metal of the gundam's leg. He opens his eyes, and he is now in the cockpit of Heavyarms, in the middle of a grey battlefield.
Mist rolls along the ground.
The battle is over, and the other Gundams have moved on. Only Trowa remains, standing out in the middle of the once grey battlefield. It's now blackened in patches, and dotted with patches of brightly colored scrap metal. Heero backs Trowa up against a wall rather roughly, kissing him passionately now. Trowa's eyes are shut tightly, but he's responding, his hands fumbling through Heero's hair, then down to his back, then his buttocks as they continue to kiss.