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Jerry stopped short as Harrison caught him, staring down at the hand on his arm with knit brows as though not sure what Harrison was getting at. Runics? "I'm only... cleared for a torch. Doesn't... do much good without a weapon to combine it with, ahahahaha..." His voice wavered, the laugh clearly forced, his face still trembling. Any moment he looked about ready to break down again.

"I'm useless without Roar," He whispered quietly.

The look on Jordan's face did not help matters. If Alpha One had lost faith....

Rep stayed latched to Harrison, struggling as hard as he could to get these damn emotions back into check, lock them back in their cages where they belonged. He didn't used to cry about anything, hardships just solidified the cold indifference. When had that changed? When had he become so ******** weak?

And yet Harrison somehow in spite of it all sounded..well it wasn't optimistic. Grim. Resolute. He gulped audibly and tried to reign in the sobs, focused on anything but the magnitude of their situation, anything but the yawning space in his thoughts. He wiped his eyes on the forearm holding Tracey's tablet and took a deep shivering breath, eyes raw looking from tears. There was no point in trying to pretend he hadn't been - what was a little more shame where they all stood.

Even as he leaned on Harrison, still refusing to let him go, Jerry got a surprisingly soft, sympathetic look, Rep much too ragged to care about his usual bravado. "You aren't ******** useless." it was stupidly difficult to talk with the fading reflexive sobs but he persevered, glaring, taking inspiration from Harrison's comments, trying to redirect things, not to feel so helpless. "They wouldn't want us to just give up."

"A torch'll work just fine," Harrison said, "And what he said. You're not useless. You still got a brain. You're still a Sun."

Harrison eased down beside Jordan. "Hey," he said, gentle, brushing Jordan's arm with his fingers. It was taking all his restraint not to just pull him over and hold him close, but no matter what Harrison wanted it was about what Jordan needed- and if he needed some space or time, Harrison would do the best he could. He didn't want to spook him, not sure if the small word and touch would shake the distant expression or not.

No running after, just let things happen as they happen. Lex looked older than he normally did, tired, the way that an emotion could change a person and add a certain time to them. She couldn't hide the small frown as she sat and laid himself in her lap. She preferred him smiling. Then again, she preferred people smiling in general.

Otto got up, Ami joining him, and lightly, she gave them both a small wave. She wanted to comfort them, but didn't know how. She was unsure so- fall back to a smile, look for the hope, the positive. Try what she knew. "Hey Lex?" She pet his hair, trying to not talk too much. "Do you wanna go lay down? I can get you something to eat if you want." Her mind ran over what the cafeteria might have. "Or do you just wanna lay down a bit like this for a while? If you nap though, I dunno if I'll be able to carry you to the dorms though." She pat the grass. "It just feels nice to see color again."

She just wanted to help, but was unsure how to do so properly.

Wilson leaned and let Saya fret over Ryan’s useful arm. He kept the tablet balanced in his lap while he stuffed his hands into his hoodie’s pockets. “It’s too soon to say whether or not we’ll get our weapons back,” he remarked cynically, “but it’s better to think optimistically, I suppose.” Again, he bit the inside of his cheek before he took out a hand to grab his weapon tablet. He stood up slowly, the corners of his lips twitching.

“Has it occurred to you yet that I’m worried about your wellbeing?” There was no irritation or any sort of passive-aggression. Only exhaustion and genuine worry. “I don’t want to see another familiar face back in the pod, or worse.” As he flicked his gaze away there was a glimmer of regret before he held out his free hand toward Ryan.

“Are you going to get someone to look at that arm?” he asked again, giving Saya a look for medical assistance should the need arise. She was the moonie, after all.

Melvin didn't know what to think. He had seen someone who was vastly more powerful than him who had to have lots of experience due to being a leader of their group be torn apart limb by limb and yet it didn't sink in aside from the first reaction that made him give up his lunch back where the monsters were. Aside from that, the rest wasn't sinking in, and he wondered exactly what it would do when the events of the day settled down to absorb into his mind. If anything, he only left a great deal of relief and gratefulness that he wasn't dead. His failure was a shared on in that he had a tablet like everyone else, but such a large problem would be addressed. They were a big part of the group fighting, right? There had to be tech to fix these problems or loopholes that could them reassignments. When he spoke to Otto about getting back to the labs to fix his own weapon, he had meant it. Saliva on the other hand did not.

Well what does it matter. She's dead now. Wasn't really alive to begin with.

And there was no response. His mind was quiet, and he took a breath as he noticed this. He had only had the voice in his head a month, but it had been like sandpaper against his own comfort zone. He didn't share his thoughts with anyone that having the weapon around had been a bother aside from her benefits in the battlefield (which he knew now wasn't his strong suit anyways). Aside from that, she was a nuisance and a bother. It made him grit his teeth to have a voice in his head where no thoughts were his own and where he couldn't get a moment's peace without bribing or outright shouting for just a few minutes of his own silence. Without Saliva, he felt normal again.

That was until he looked to the tablet. Like Otto, he had no shield now and no weapon. While he liked the ideas of no missions and thus not dying gruesomely like the others, where would he go? He was dead by all records outside of this place, and Deus had no use for people without weapons. They were in a gray area - but surely this had to have happened before? They had procedures for this or maybe some magic dust to fix it all. While he didn't want Saliva in his head, the idea of being completley useless and stuck for all his life not doing anything aside from getting under foot was even more horrible for him. He liked being useful and had signed up to help the cause and learn - but all doors could be shut on him if he didn't have a weapon as a sign of capacity.

He watched as others around him cried against each other, two stretchers leaving while others still were statues. Dead. Not dead but not alive. And the rest of them defenseless. Did he jump on this boat and give up his entire life as a sacrifice only to stay here on a defeated island? He hoped not and couldn't believe it. The rest were suffering from personal loss to people he did not know. What few people he recognized were still new acquaintances, but these people had been here for a while and their short time together meant something. No wonder they were dying. Without family and friends in the real world, this was all they had.

Is this .......all I have then?

His thoughts went back to Sophie in the fog, calling him back to not to through the door. That there would be, at some point, a second chance. he knew she wasn't real now. An illusion, which meant there was no other chance. He wouldn't see her again unless it was in a dream.

This place was all he had and right now, it was in ruins.

Ryan didn't say a word, or rather he couldn't. Not without allowing his anger to get the better of him and lash out again. Instead he just sat there as Saya restrained his arm, preventing him from punching the ground a second time and causing more damage than bruised knuckles. He did however, during that time, allow their words time to sink in.

They were right of course. They didn't know what the situation was with their weapons. There was a strong possibility that they would come back in time and ignoring and allowing his arm to heal improperly wouldn't change what had already happened. If anything, it would only hinder him in the future and make his friends worry more. Saya was right, if Locke was still present in his mind, he wouldn't allow this kind of behaviour and would tell him what an idiot he was being.

"Sorry..." He muttered, unable to look the two of them in the eye until Wilson offered him a hand getting up. He hesitated a moment, before finally reaching his own back and getting to his feet and nodded. The sooner he got it tended to, the sooner they could get out of here.