Arsenio sat in his dimly lit room, sprawled partly on the table and staring listlessly at a Jenga tower that he had been playing by himself. It had pretty much taken the entirety of the previous day and then some to fully recover from his withdrawal, even after they pulled him out of the Duel and gave him the "Glip Drip" or "GG" as he called it. His days had been so regimented, so pre-planned, so ordered, that taking Gamma Glipheptin at regular intervals meant he hadn't had to suffer withdrawal in a very long time. The chaos of combat had resulted in his first missed dose in forever and had hit him pretty hard.

The last day had been a blur, he had been scolded pretty badly, but he was so out of it, and their lectures were usually in one ear out the other for him anyways that it hardly mattered. It pissed him off either way that he had been chided for allowing some soldiers to die. Arsenio figured he'd have to be more careful in the future, if only so he didn't have to hear them yap at him again. They were probably just sore that he let some of the suits get stolen. He wanted to blame the pilots of the Aegis and Strike for failing to stop the Raider from escaping, but then again, if they had succeeded without him, then there was no point as the success had to be his own for it to mean anything to him. Other than that, there were some rumors circulating, like 'were they attacked by pirates or ZAFT?', and 'ORB is blaming the presence of the OMNI suits for the attack,' but he didn't care, he was not on a need-to-know basis.

He had heard that those who had been involved were now being questioned. He wondered when they would come get him. Like a bad omen, the Jenga tower suddenly collapsed, making aloud clattering, and spilling long wooden rectangles all over the table and ground.