It was the older Julian's turn to let out a "Tch." this time around as he took his cigarette away from his lips and dropped it to the ground, putting it out with his foot. "Think about it, Arrowind. Mars wins, Mars gets to govern itself. Mars governs itself, Mars doesn't have to let the Gundams come by every four years and lay waste to the landscape like they did to Earth for so long. And then what? No one's going to let it come back to Earth, and no moon or space station can handle this much combat without falling to pieces. Did you even say how much damage you and Scotland did to the savannah out there?" He paused as he took out a new cigarette, stuck it between his lips, and lit it, continuing only after he had taken one long drag and breathed it out.<br/><br/>"And with no Gundam Fight? It's back to the old way of handling problems."