[ People have died. The thought seems to strike him hard, a well-placed blow to a cluster of nerves - an echoing illness, rippling out further and further from him, even as he turns his focus from the dead to reigning in his own mind. Just enough, so that it doesn't start brushing up against anyone else's, to keep him from having to feel out their emotions and recollections. Three, at the least, have died. Among the sagging, tired corner that he can feel in the distance ( the already-dead, among the nest, though he knows nothing of them, and cannot truly recognize the sensation for what it is ), there is a fresh ache. Someone recently lost, one of this "nests" own.
In that moment, his anger is directed at this stupid "mission" they're on. The fact that a loss such as that was not grounds for pulling those still alive out of danger. Instead, more people were sent down to the planet's surface. ]
Quit it, this is serious.
[ The music's not his style, even if it does dip into something a little harsher, a little closer to what pumps through his headphones. A little closer to something with a deep bass, a heavy beat, something he feels in his pulse and chest, more than his ears. ]
Why haven't you all been taken out of here? You meant to tell me our lives are, what? Collateral damage?
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[ People have died. The thought seems to strike him hard, a well-placed blow to a cluster of nerves - an echoing illness, rippling out further and further from him, even as he turns his focus from the dead to reigning in his own mind. Just enough, so that it doesn't start brushing up against anyone else's, to keep him from having to feel out their emotions and recollections. Three, at the least, have died. Among the sagging, tired corner that he can feel in the distance ( the already-dead, among the nest, though he knows nothing of them, and cannot truly recognize the sensation for what it is ), there is a fresh ache. Someone recently lost, one of this "nests" own.
In that moment, his anger is directed at this stupid "mission" they're on. The fact that a loss such as that was not grounds for pulling those still alive out of danger. Instead, more people were sent down to the planet's surface. ]
Quit it, this is serious.
[ The music's not his style, even if it does dip into something a little harsher, a little closer to what pumps through his headphones. A little closer to something with a deep bass, a heavy beat, something he feels in his pulse and chest, more than his ears. ]
Why haven't you all been taken out of here? You meant to tell me our lives are, what? Collateral damage?