Isabel remained on the down low for those five days, though she did spend a little bit more time hanging around her fellow Gundam pilots, speaking when she was asked a particular question. If anybody tried to joke around her though, they would find the joke falling on deaf and overly serious ears as she took whatever was said directly to heart. When those five days passed, and the old colonel was executed for an operation that all three of the Gundam pilots had been a part of, Isabel wandered the camp to see several of the other federation forces taking the news much more seriously and having it strike much closer to home then it did for her. She didn't want to admit it, she wouldn't say so to anybody, but it was actually her lack of sympathy and her lack of pain towards the loss of Colonel Alexander that concerned her more then the execution itself.<br/>"..."<br/><br/>Memories... stubborn as ever.<br/><em>"I-Isabel... I don't wanna die... please..."<br/>"What's the matter, Isabel? Haven't I told you before that true warriors don't fear death?"<br/>"Isabel... help me..."</em><br/><br/>This time it was more then just a few stray lines though, as a man who looked about as old as Isabel was now, though back in those days she was at least twice his age, spoke in a low voice with his back turned.<br/><em>"In this way of life, the path we've chosen, you will see people you care for die... You will lose people, you'll understand the horrors of death for yourself."</em><br/><br/>Isabel took a moment to pull out her federation dog tags, a sign that she was still a Gundam pilot, part of a 3 man unit that had a very high priority placed on their heads. A small light started to sparkle in her eye as a new fear presented itself... If either of her allies died, if one of the other two Gundam pilots was killed in battle... Would she still feel this lack of sorrow? Would she still feel so empty about it?