The flu. Allelujah just stared at him for a moment, slightly perplexed by such a mundane answer. He'd seen people in Celestial Being with the flu, of course, although not since becoming a Gundam Meister, but he had never been subjected to it himself. "You're wrong," he said bluntly. "I don't get sick. I've never been sick so this is something worse. It has to be." He broke off to cough, which made his chest ache and his head hurt then turned his bitter gaze towards Wilson once again.

"How do you people deal with this?" he asked frustrated by the whole experience. "You get sick so often how do you ever get anything done?" Why hadn't people died out by now? They were slow and sickly and while he hated what he had been made into, the torture that he had gone through, he couldn't deny that it had made him stronger.