Twist gave an errant nod in response to Fox's words. He couldn't help but wonder the 'what ifs' - what if he did go out and search for her after the Thunderbird tucked in for the night, what if when he did look for her and he did find her she was...dead? Or worse yet, what if he didn't find her at all? He knew if he stressed any longer his feathers were surely going to fall out - or he would tear them out himself.
"May Noctus guide you, friend," he imparted. A 'good luck' was far too inadequate, much too hopeful. He didn't want hope now, he wanted assurance. His faith took wing next to the Elite as he took off. Twist tried to follow his shape as much as the storm allowed, until he was swallowed by the gloom.
"May Noctus guide you, friend," he imparted. A 'good luck' was far too inadequate, much too hopeful. He didn't want hope now, he wanted assurance. His faith took wing next to the Elite as he took off. Twist tried to follow his shape as much as the storm allowed, until he was swallowed by the gloom.
