Post UnHonorable War

Alevon trembles uncontrolably, so much so that his legs collapse forwardand he kneels on the ground with the girl...he throws he head back and yells to the top of his lungs, tears streaming down his face, and his body shaking uncontrolably until he drops the girl by accident, her body rolling down the hill, he grabs his head and doubles over, then throwing himself back and yelling louder and uncontrolably

Alevon grips his chest tightly, his heart beating erratically, he doubles over holding his chest in pain...
...he whips his head forward...his face suddenly filled with blind rage as he grips his chest tighter, his eyes full of fire...he tightens the muscles in his chest strongly and painfully, forcing his heart to pump blood threw...he inhales deeply and does it again, full of more fury than fathomable...he stumbles to his feet, slowly walking towards TK and the gir, and the othersl, slowly letting go of his chest as he both physically and mentally wills the heart attack away

Alevon crawls across the floor of the ship and lays next to TK, still breathing a little heavily, holding his chest with his right hand and slowly reaching his left to her... (he's laying to her right)

Alevon gently takes her hand in his and slowly raises it up to kiss it but passes out before he can do so from the stress

Emir rubs his forehead, stressed out of belief, he was sitting on the floor of the Ship, leaning on its walls. was it over already?.....He for some reason felt sad for the Woman, even though she's a crazy Eugenicist.

He spun his revolver and his notebook on his lap, opening a page to him blowing his brains out. Emir still feels that he has no purpose of his life still, after the final battle....what's is he gonna do now? Living peacefully is out of the question and his friends whatever they are would just go to their paths, leaving him alone....or thats what he thinks of everyone. they always leave him somewhere in the moor, just with himself as always.

He sighed, understanding the pressure the group has succumb to from this....though is this the only excuse to make him this miserable? He chuckled at this, he always felt miserable he just never expressed it to any human being.

Gabrielle walked into the ship with Tim. She let him sit down first, before she sat down alone near a window. She appeared to be a little angry, a little relieved, but mostly empty. She felt like it was finally over but didn't understand how it affected her situation.

She bared he teeth and studied the mountain. So much research... lost. Was it really worth it?

Alevon is still out, dried tears can be on his face, the area between his eyebrows perpetually wrinkled in anger and discomfort...his breathing shaky

Emir didn't look surprised at Tim's mouth, he just looked at it and then continued staring at his notebook.

Gabrielle's eyes flashed for a moment with terror, but she quickly regained her composure. If Tim had that mouth all alone then he would hardly start acting different now. Besides, she had seen so many strange things beforehand that this was hardly surprising.

"Anybody have any plans now that they're free?" she asked with a sigh.

Ariel gasped and covered her mouth in shock. Seeing his jaw scared her slightly; how could something like that even happen? The others didn't seem to concerned... She looked away and swallowed. She wanted to answer Gabrielle's question but she didn't exactly know what to say.

"W-W-What are your p-plans?" she asked quietly.

"I guess I'll have to use my powers with a purpose," Gabrielle said. She shrugged. "There's no saying that I can't enlist in the Honor Guard--I don't have a permit for being an Alpha. But I might just tag along with the UnHonorables. I seriously don't know."

"What's the G-Guard?" Ariel asked, curious.

"I don't have any plans, I'll just follow the river until it reaches the sea." Emir sighed, spinning his revolver with no effort.

"The Honor Guard, used to regulate Alphas I think....something like that."