Will sweeps his arms across the table of tomes, pages erupting from the piles. He wails in agony, digging his fingers into his hair, twisting the red around his knuckles as he screams. "Nega!" The soldier falls to his knees howling, slamming his shoulder into the desk - too heavy to budge. Minutes feeling like years. His arms go limp as his chest rises as falls in quick pace.
"I will never stop marching to reach you" his hands reach out to gather the papers /ABYSS NAVIGATION/ "In the middle of the hardest fight, it's true". A calloused palm runs down his face, clearing the tears from his vision and smearing against his jaw, nose wiping up his arm as he reached for more papers frantically.
"I will rescue you, oh I will rescue you"
He gathered more and began to look for the missing piece of their plan again.
