[u][color=1E90FF][center][h2]P R I V A T E  A T L A S  O R V I L L E[/h2][/center][/color][/u]

It had been quite a while since Atlas was able to sit down without the weight of the world of his shoulders. Tonight, he found himself doing just that. Despite the pressure to live up to his name, he still feels like he has a lot more to prove and a lot more work to do. Atlas was able to find a find a rag in his bag and along with some water nearby, he soaks the rag and lays it on his head. Sitting up straight, his hands on his knees and the back of his head leans gently against the wall. Flashes of the battle appear in his mind as he closes his eyes. The smell of explosions, the bright light of Ragnite, the bodies, the bullet, the blood. 

Atlas' sighs. [color=dodgerblue][b]"I ..."[/b][/color]

Specifically, his thoughts fall to one of the twins in his group. Joe, to his knowledge, wasn't found after the battle. Despite his pleas to look for him, they simply did not have the time with fire reigning down on them. Time was of the essence and too precious to spare. Sue's condition was also unknown to Atlas. From what he knows, she does have a concussion and is currently being tended to but he couldn't see her in that condition.

[color=dodgerblue][b]"I need to get stronger..."[/b][/color] He mumbles, his eyes closing. [color=dodgerblue][b]"I need to"[/b][/color]

Another sigh leaves his lips and he, slowly, stands up with the rag over his shoulders. He needed some water. However, he didn't know many of the people in the squad he merged with. A little embarrassed to ask, he stumbles about, trying to see if he can find it himself.