~Joel~
"Fate deals a cruel hand."
"And often it's the innocent who suffer."
He watched Mithra go, he raised a a hand, wanting to help, really he did. . . However he had to lower it again.
"Mithra I-- Dammit. . ." The part that killed him the most was he couldn't even get near the fight. Everyone was already in a heightened state of aggression, getting 'The Revulsion' near them was a bad idea. All he could do, is turn around, though it killed him a little inside.
He went into the Hive, knowing its layout like the back of his hand, he gathered the children as quickly as he could, and ushered them down towards the basement. He looked out the window, the glow of fire and ice over the horizon eminent.
"You all had better come back alive. . ." He lowered his head again, hood tipping down over his face some, before he descended the stairs to the basement, to hide away the children.
It was the least he could do now, he guessed. He couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness, and guilt.