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Afterwards
Athrun reclined back into the white leather chair, his attention focused on the television in the corner. He attentively watched old reruns of The Benny Hill Show until Kira walked into the lounge room and he turned his head to his friend. Kira sauntered slowly over to a large couch and dropped himself down. "So how are they both doing?" asked Athrun.
"The doctor says that they'll be fine in a few days, but he wants to keep them both under watch." A few hours earlier, the Archangel had heard their distress call and picked them up. The battle had been over by the time they were found, but neither seemed care.
"So what do you think of their whole story?" asked Athrun as he switched off the television and walked over to sit next to his friend. Kira let out a breath and placed his hands behind his head.
"I don't know. It all seems pretty far-fetched."
"You think they made it up?" he asked.
"Maybe."
"But why would they do that?"
"Like, I said," replied Kira, "I don't know."
Both and Athrun remained silent, pondering the implications of the situation. Sure the two had disappeared for a few hours without trace, then suddenly appeared out of thin air with battle scars and a story about time-travel. The issue of time-travel remained a constant debate, and though Athrun had his doubts about the validity of this, he couldn't help but ponder one detail. The two of them had been talking to an officer in the mess to another officer, one who's name they couldn't remember, or didn't bother to. Apparently, this man was a bit of a history buff, one with a particular affinity for WWII regalia. Sure, it's easy to dismiss this whole story about time-travel, they remembered him saying, but answer me this: How in the hell did Yzak manage to get his hands on a vintage 1943 gray Waffen SS tunic complete with Hauptsurmfuhrer ranks and a Knights Cross? I mean, that kind of stuff hasn't been around for 150 years.
Of course most of the technical jargon had blown over both their heads, but they got the basic message, how did he get the uniform?
"Neither do I." said Athrun.