Maybe it's brash of me to declare my love to you right after Colette, but who can be bothered with etiquette whilst in the throes of passion? Kamina, I want you more than a full box of Dark Chocolate Pocky, and I know that you're enough of a ladies' man to know what it means when you pass the chocolate test.
Hit the jump to find out why I love you so much more than Colette (who would totally just force you to blog about vinyl and crap all day long if you two ever actually hooked up.)
Honestly, I don't think Colette really loves you all that much; after all, she said that she would like to give you some sweet lovin' only when you were alive. See, she's one of those demanding women who wants her man to be something he's not! I accept you for who you are; with someone as awesome as you, my Kamikins, a pulse is strictly optional.
I'm ashamed to admit it now, but at first, I didn't like you; you just seemed so naive and idealistic, I couldn't believe that you actually meant any of the things that you were saying. It was only after you died that I realized just how genuine you were- that your ideals really were more important to you than life itself. I realized that not only were you willing to die for your ideals, you had in fact expected to die for them. When you knew that your number was up, you showed incredible grace, and absolutely no surprise whatsoever.
I also realized your tremendous capacity for love- the reason why you could die so beautifully was because you had invested so much of yourself in Simon. You knew that, because of the depth of the bond between you two, Simon would know how to grow up properly; that he would have the kind of adulthood that you would never have. That all the best parts of you would live on in him. You had a clear conscience at the very end, because though you were dying, you knew that your influence would last forever. With a heart like yours, I would be honored if you would father my children- although I have to admit that the mechanics of that procedure would be slightly icky at this point. I'm sure you're so GAR that you can impregnate a woman posthumously, but if it's all the same to you, I think I'll just get a cell sample or something. No offense.
Of course, I have eyes, so I noticed just how gorgeous you are/were/etc.; it's a shame that you're not as tall as Simon turned out to be, but he has that whole Shinji-lookalike thing going on, so no one but desperate Anti-Spirals want him anyway. I know why you never wore a shirt: because it would be a crime against humanity to hide that beautiful body. And with the state that humanity was in at the start of Gurren Laggan, they kind of needed all the help they could get. I'm sure that the sight of your manly chest was an inspiration to all- even that freaky gay guy who totally wanted Simon (and no, I'm not saying he was freaky because he was gay, he was gay AND freaky and you know it.)
Kamina, I think we all know which woman at Japanator really loves you by now, so I'll stop there. It's true that I'm engaged, but I'm sure my fiance won't mind; one look and he'll go totally GAR for you, and we can all be happy together! Just make that sure you have your shades before you leave for my house, okay? They're just so you.
Ah, screw it: CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!