[The transition from Scorpionβs Bend back to βregularβ affairs on the Ximilia has not been an easy feat. If one were to describe the general morale of this crew at this moment, it would likely be somber or melancholy. This isnβt a victory in the most normal of circumstances. A man now walks the barren desert land. Alone. Not knowing what is to become of Welford for years to come. The orb is theirs, but at what cost?
It is one of those scenarios where it becomes immeasurable to calculate.
And so when Hermann ventures the corridors, he is not surprised if no one is all too eager to run about and socialize with one another. Though he canβt help but draw his eyes towards Clara, who has been walking all over the station with no exact destination in mind.
He stops in place, feet and foot of cane planted firmly on the ground, and he calls out her name.]
pacing;
It is one of those scenarios where it becomes immeasurable to calculate.
And so when Hermann ventures the corridors, he is not surprised if no one is all too eager to run about and socialize with one another. Though he canβt help but draw his eyes towards Clara, who has been walking all over the station with no exact destination in mind.
He stops in place, feet and foot of cane planted firmly on the ground, and he calls out her name.]
Miss Oswald!