Emotions can be a fearsome creature to fiddle with. They fester within your body, relentlessly, gnawing on your heart and brain like parasitic creatures looking for a treat. Worst of all is when one clashes against another, erupting war throughout the entire system. Anger, fear, despair, regret- each side waging individual wars with another, ensuing complete and total chaos. It were these feelings that Ezra battled with those several lonely nights following the excursion; that kept him wide awake at the depths of the night.



Uncertainty was riddled in each step he took down the corridor of the submarine. He wasn't quite sure if visiting his underboss was a good idea. On one hand, he felt tidal waves of rage towards both him and the organization as a whole. To leave that workshop in a shamble of destruction... It was evident that their words of hope were a façade crafted to hide the remnants of the old Rocket. On the other hand, Ezra's natural response was to worry over the man's state of being. Chu-e Choi was only a jamble of broken bones and sputtering blood when he last saw him. To think he went from that to immediately going back to work was the definition of insanity. Beyond that...well, there were a lot of untouched feelings that were better left unsaid.



It didn't take too long to find the underboss' office. It was just two tries and one awkward conversation away. Ezra gulped. There were countless possibilities that could divulge upon opening the door. Countless possibilities that he could never account for. "Here goes nothing..."



Knock knock