Kamille leaned against the wall of the space port. He was waiting for an old friend, or at least, someone he thought was his friend. The reality was he was fuming. You wouldn't tell at a glance but Kamille's anger had finally reached a boiling point. He heard footsteps behind him and pulled off the wall.

"Kamille."

A hand touched his shoulder. Reflexively Kamille shrugged it off.

"It's good to see you."

"You too Lieutenant Quattro. Or should I can you Char Aznable, Leader of Neo-Zeon now?"

Char looked away, obviously hurt by Kamille's words. Kamille put his hands in his pockets as a way to prevent himself from breaking Char's nose.

"So why did you come?"

Char quietly played with his sleeve.

"Can I come and visit an old friend?"

Kamille growled and took a step back.

"Listen here. My friend was Lieutenant Quattro, NOT Char Aznable."

Char was even more hurt.

"Kamille, listen I had wanted to ask you."

He reached out a hand.

"Come and join Neo-Zeon. Fight for the Spacenoids. You're a powerful Newtype, we could use—"

At that exact moment Kamille's anger boiled over. With a piercing scream that would terrify a judo champion, Kamille slugged his former mentor in the face. Char went flying away in the low gravity, coming to rest a few feet away against the wall. He held his bruised face and stared.

"That's it! We're through! Don't come near me ever again, do you understand? Or the next time I see you, you're going to wish all I did was punch you!"

Kamille turned on his heel and stormed off, occasionally pausing to punch the walls. Char slowly found his footing and stood there, quietly stroking his now swollen face.

"Still the same, aren't you Kamille…?"