>>5179536>>5179558>>5179574>>5179692>>5179718You had to resist the urge to counter the young woman's fiery arguments, the other pilots were avoiding the situation. Clearly already disturbed by the sight alone. You take a deep breath, your mind and body both beyond exhausted. You were past trying to hide it. You wanted to crawl back into bed, you had hoped to see everyone and even talk to anyone awake. But the sight of your friend. It weighed on you heavily, the doubts the duchess tried to drive into your mind buffering it. It was an accident, Anastasia hadn't done it on purpose. But for the moment you were uninterested in fighting her opinion. You didn't reply, simply witnessing the girl's rant. Kat complained about your childish attitude, how ungrateful you were and how dangerous a situation everyone was in. Spittle struck you as you weathered her frustrated and relentless evacuation of emotion, you thought some of it could be reasonable. But she lacked the empathy to put herself in the position of presumed fault.
Would she want you to treat her that way if she had been the one. Her flow began to falter as the situation began to really sink in, standing in the room. Katerina was ranting to the rest of you. She let out a huff and stopped, she watched with hatred in her eyes and for the fraction of a moment you thought you saw fear in her eyes. She crept closer to you, both noses almost touching as her harsh critique had worn you down from any rebuttal. Lucy reappeared, eyes red and clearly avoiding the side of the room Anthony was on. She looked weak, softly tugging on Kat's arm. "We are leaving." Katerina spoke to the room aloud, the tension in the air replaced with a cold sadness. You nodded, not managing words. You thought that would probably be for the best. Dimitri gave you a serious and worried glance before he followed after the young women. Kat and Lucy said nothing as they left down the hallway. Soon enough you were alone within the hospital room, shocked and reeling.
The sight of Tony was a harsh one, you didn't expect him to appear so bad. He had barely been down there. You offer up a prayer, you weren't exactly sure what to say. But either way you still requested the gods help your friend. "Fight! Keep fighting!" You mumble, your hands rubbing together in the cold room. You watch his sickly frame, expecting any type of reaction. But nothing happened, he just lay there. You would think him a corpse if the machinery weren't making his chest rise and fall. You turned to leave and jumped as you spotted a man standing in the doorway, you recognized him. Like old brick his face is lined with creases and scars, aged and long healed. Like an ancient stone tower his hunched and stalwart frame leaned into the room. You were unsure what to say, panic growing, the Gamma Commander.
