Everything seemed to happen around Roger in silence. Well, not really. Truth be told, the entire situation was quite noisy when you got down to it, from the humming of the Framewerk's cockpit, the crash of the drop, the static of the newly jammed Command Channel the wet squishing of the formation of Mist, and the hell fire that destroyed the Squad Leader's machine to the state of scrap metal. The thing is that all this sound, this noise was something in the background. The situation was rather dire, but none of it seemed real. It processed that Harold was dead and they were surrounded by Cruxi, but none of it felt real.

A few things did register, like the fact that everyone else seemed to have some plan of action by the way that their Framewerks were moving, and that he would need to get moving if he didn't want to go out like a bitch. Sigma seemed to be firing at one of the snipers and Serah at one of those big, tentacle mother fuckers. Roger tightened his grip on the controls of the Framewerk and willed it to move over to stay by the smaller machines.

"I've got your backs," he said, changing the comms channel to talk to the girls. "We aren't going to make it through this if we don't stick together." He doubted that they would make it out alive, but he wouldn't say that. They would need to  spread out some eventually to avoid potential AoEs, but the dangers of spreading out were far more significant at the moment. He pulled the trigger to his machine gun and let it open fire all over the Tentacle beast. If anything else, it would help act as suppressive fire.