Dusk was just starting to settle across the Brussels skyline when Relena made her way to the conference hall, where she was expected to spend the entirety of the week with her fellow representatives of the ESUN. The past few days had been manic. The outbreak of news on the possibility of biochemical warfare had finally broken through the last ounce of security the ESUN had been holding on to. The timing of the semi-annual conference could not be better, in all honesty. The ESUN needed some cohesion, now more than ever. However, Relena was afraid of what actions would be made out of fear.