ᅠᅠᅠ∞𝐒𝐄͟𝐒͟𝐓͟𝐑͟𝐎͟ . 𝐄𝐍͟𝐓͟𝐇͟𝐀͟𝐋͟ .

[ He knew the days going forth would be difficult.. but by god did he not want to become like the executive before him. He would do anything but become like him. ] [ Quiet shakey nods as arms would finally find the strength to wrap around his moirail, tight. ] ++

[ Head buried into his moirails clothing, letting out small whimpers every now and then.. Sestro never cried. Never... He was taught to be strong like that. ] [ Yet he couldn't help it... purple tears welling up and dripping onto the floor. ] ∞wwhy me...? ∞why hher? ++

[ He found himself finding comfort in Turnin's warmer arms. There was no doubt in his struggles to know what was right and what was wrong.. He had no second opinion. Only himself and his emotional thoughts. ] ∞ookay.. ∞we'llkeep going ffor her ∞ff-for her ++

[ A trembling purpleblood, huddled only further into tealblood arms, trying to tell himself it was okay. Everything was okay.. ] [ It hadn't sunk in she was truly gone.. Not yet. Adrenaline keeping him awake and breathing. Noting had sunk in yet.. ] ∞i'm doing— i'm ++

[ His eyes were soon snatched away from the floor. From the Jade covering the floor beneath his feet. Look at Turnin. Focus on them, focus on breathing, focus on walking. Three things. ] [ He nodded, bright teal eyes staring right at Turnin. His psyOps was no doubt acting up] +

[ He focused on his steps.. one foot infront of the other.. one fo— ignore the jade on the floor- one foot infront of the other. Breathe. Remember to breathe. She'd want you to remember. Keep walking- Turnin's talking. Listen to them. ] [ He gave the smallest nods ++

[ He didn't want to leave Hamifi.. Not like this. Who would? He swallowed the lump in his throat- but it went down painfully, shakily nodding. He trusted their judgement above his own. ] [ Right now, between the both of them? They were more sane than he. ] ++

[ He clung desperately onto Turnin. It was desperately obvious how broken he was, huddling himself into Turnin's clothing for comfort. ] [ He was desperately trying to cool himself as to not slip into a coma by accident. Because he knew Turnin would only be able to help so ++

[ Sestro found himself practically collapsing into Turnin's arms - hands finding their way to grip onto their clothing with trembling hands. He needed them now more than ever. ] ∞i cantdothis turnin ∞she was meant tohelpmy visions cometrue— she was— she ++

[ Sestro's glasses were long discarded onto the floor. His hair was a mess. He barely looked lucid, bright teal eyes peering from his curled up being.. He didn't want to leave the room. But he was terrified of being in it. ] ∞i don't— i don't know what to do.. ++

[ To be honest? Sestro was too scared to call anyone else. Anyone who could have genuinely helped him in the building.. Turnin was his first thought. It was pure instinct. ] [ But he waited... He waited and it felt like sweeps - shaking. ] ++