He didn’t want to be here.
He didn’t want to be here.
Maw stood tensely, staring at the Trailus Egg Army base only a little ways away from him. If there was any way to describe his expression, it would be fear and apprehension, although he was hiding the true extent of his feelings. To anyone else, it’d simply look like he was startled by something; uneasy.
Perhaps it was cowardly of him, but he had intended on never returning-- It would be likely that he’d get captured considering he stuck out due to no longer having an Egg Army uniform, instead donning semi-formal attire-- Black and white in color scheme, a black sleeveless vest and a white long sleeve shirt coupled with black pants and boots.
But that wasn’t the only reason why he stayed away. He felt nothing but guilt in the presence of his former base, not to mention complete and utter shame for what he had done while stationed there.
He knew that people were still in there. He didn’t have anything to say to them to make anything he did to them better.
He suspected that it might be cowardly to run away and never turn back. Or intend on doing so, anyway.
A shaking hand moved to his stomach, clenching his shirt tightly. He was finding it difficult to breathe, but tried his best to maintain some form of composure, trying to level out his breathing.
He didn’t know how he got there, but he didn’t intend on staying. The thylacine gripped his shirt more tightly before turning away, ears lowered as he tried to leave the area without being seen.
