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A small sigh of relief escaped Epsilon's lips unbidden, and she found herself very thankful for the ingenuity of her teammates. God the stress had been building all day, and now that the climax was reached she felt like she could fall asleep right then. Though, oddly enough, she wasn't just mentally exhausted. Another part of her wanted to do something, build something. She felt like she could build something to help bomb squads in the future! Something similar to how Tulpa's power worked! Ideas for prototypes flashed through her head, but were interrupted when the sky broke open. A flash of lightning and a simultaneous crack of thunder blinded and deafened the young Ward, and she raised her hand to cover her eyes. Unfortunately she had been looking past the hostage that the lightning struck, so her vision didn't clear before a second flash of lightning blinded her again.

Epsilon tried her best to blink away the afterimage painted on her retinas, and her blurry vision slowly resolved itself into a clear catastrophe. Sonar was laying unconscious on the ground, gravely wounded, while Margrave tried her best to get medical attention for their young leader. It was surreal, almost impossible to believe that their fearless, invincible leader could be laying on the ground. 

He could be dead. 

Epsilon felt her throat constrict, and her gut tighten with anxiety. Tears welled in her eyes, and the mask's normally reassuring pressure instead made the tears blind her. She covered her mouth with her hand, and turned away from the scene before her, stumbling away to recover in private. Leaning her head against a stone building, she drew shaky breaths which occasionally turned to sobs. She didn't even know Sonar that well, but the image of his bloody body lying so small and motionless was burning into her head.