He's all she can think of.

Almost nothing weighs on her mind near as much as the fate of the dark-haired, mysterious Gundam Meister. The only things that come close are the agonizing pangs of war whispering through and brainwashing the world--and, even then, these are tied to the young man Marina thinks of constantly: He is fighting against them, because he says that's all he can do, as though he is physically and mentally capable of doing nothing else.

Another diaster strikes the world and joins the ranks of the previous tragedies, and Marina remembers his hands, strong and forever reaching toward something--retribution, reconciliation, redemption...revenge.

Azadistan continues to crumble and wither, all the life roughly wrung out of it, and, as Marina's tears trickle down her pale, exhausted face in lamentation, images of his hair--unkempt locks of the deepest brown, caressed by the powerful wind of her mind's eye--brush through and against her heart, and she pauses her sobbing long enough for his name to flow from her lips.

"Setsuna."

Shirin, her closest friend, swears to fight despite the imminent, overarching threat of death, and Marina finds shadows, echoes of his words embedded within those vows professed by the bitter member of Katharon.

The children gather around Marina, their innocent eyes tinted with hints of fear, and Marina feels his nutmeg-tinted eyes burn a hole in her; and, while most people only find desolation and scars in those eyes, Marina sees glimmers, very slight hints, of hope shining back at her.

His hands grasp hers when she cries--or so she imagines.

When things become difficult, the bright, flashing surface of his Gundam blinds her lapis lazuli-colored eyes.

Yes, Marina Ismail thinks of Setsuna F. Seiei very frequently. And every time she does, she fervently prays that she may meet him again.

After all, she loves him.