Midgard continued on his way to the Citadel, people reached to touch his magnificent armor, to clasp his hands, and he obliged as many as he could. The helm pulling back, his smile was as radiant as his armor. "I apologize everyone I really do, but I must go back to the Citadel." More than one thanks were called his way as the Gold Knight leaped to the top of a building and continued, unimpeded to the Citadel, landing just outside the main doors now. He sighs and walks in, his helm covering his face once again as he walked the halls. He passes the girl from earlier and gives her a nod and continues his march to the throne room.

He walks into the meeting room then proceeds to the throne room, his helm pulling back again and he bows to the Superior and gives nods of recognition to Asgard and Yggdrasil. "I apologize my Lady for not apprehending the terrorist, he slipped out of our grasp, running like he always does." Midgard says before rising, easily discernible frustration in his voice and movements, he didn't enjoy letting a terrorist go, and he certainly did not enjoy letting the leader of the group go.