[ For the most part, Julius had played the role of stability amongst the agents working here. Most of them were afraid even underneath their containment equipment - some making it obvious, some hiding them beneath masks and goggles, yet there was a certain stiffness to their actions that lent suggestion to their true feelings.
He stands amongst them, a lone Enforcer figure dressed in black and gold, grey eyes intense yet somehow vacant. There were too many dead, and the only way he could steel himself was to detach his soul altogether. Unlike what his demeanour suggested, he shares much of Sion's thoughts - yet, still unable to express them lets his entire facade shatter like glass. ]
May they, indeed.
[ A salute is offered, the only sign of emotion that he allows himself to express before he raises the gun and fires. The flare traces out a short arc in the air, glittering until it impacts and fills the pit with dancing flames.
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He stands amongst them, a lone Enforcer figure dressed in black and gold, grey eyes intense yet somehow vacant. There were too many dead, and the only way he could steel himself was to detach his soul altogether. Unlike what his demeanour suggested, he shares much of Sion's thoughts - yet, still unable to express them lets his entire facade shatter like glass. ]
May they, indeed.
[ A salute is offered, the only sign of emotion that he allows himself to express before he raises the gun and fires. The flare traces out a short arc in the air, glittering until it impacts and fills the pit with dancing flames.
And so it ends. ]