The iconic V-shaped ornament and the eight folded blue wings, Muria stood under this super-sized "Freedom Gundam" that could stand shoulder to shoulder with an adult Titan. She stared at the piercing hole in the chest of the Gundam, unable to help but sigh.
"Why call it Titan?" Muria looked at the still flickering golden fist and couldn't help but mutter, "Why not stick to its original name? Freedom! Or even, Infinite Freedom!"
The black-haired, golden-pupiled youth levitated, floating to a height equal to that of the Gundam's chest hole. She examined this gap, looking at the complex exposed broken metal components at the gap, feeling her head swell, causing a headache at just the sight of it.
"It's impossible to repair. Unless..." Muria lowered her gaze and whispered, "We find its 'kin' who built this thing. But, there's no need for that.
Since it's been blown to pieces by my father, it has been proven that there's no need to repair you."