I watched him writhe, poorly hiding it from me. To cause that level of reverberation, someone should be fired. Who would expect a nightmare to fight in such pitiful condition?
I play off like I didn't notice him put a dent into the wall from retaliation against the sound, alone; throw cars, hear someone blink in the next room over...it sounded like a raw deal after reciting it in my head, but what could 'enough' of a brain and a heart do? For the knight's sake, I pretended I didn't notice his outburst as I drew in a long sigh of what the nanites and receptors told my senses was watermelon as he replied. I figured, his words and an expertly-timed sigh wouldn't make much difference by how he had wavered. Still, I figured I should at least be polite.

"Ha.....Ja-...ehrm, [i]Kass[/i]...Kass will do..." I quietly go on with the indecision laden in my tone, watching him before muttering "Kaz, if you can..." as the wall gave way to a window overlooking the training area. Soldiers who had already been about their doings seemed to be gathering around another figure who suddenly felt familiar as a surge of a signal on distress links tagged him on my hug in a dull gold.

The entire corps couldn't be made out of nightmares...I could associate it all to 'jealousy', but I guess it was something other than that which made the members of the mob pulse with a dull crimson hue. It was apparently beyond anything that could be explained; Sir Kincaid was the first to step out and I dropped my bags with him as I stuffed my hands into my pockets. I suppose I would be more threatening if I had more than a hooded coat and stockings to work with, but I guess it was the lack of knocking which molded the real image.

I exhale deeply as I approach, feeding back into the mask and blowing a thick pink steam from the mask as I took my place next to my 'N3 in need'. "Lest your mind, which had been taken by the faith, rejects; we are of the same team..." I bark with challenge in my tone, folding my arms behind my back as I take an authoritative stance. I was loath to get into a speech about how I had once been in their shoes, it seemed pandering and inappropriate in diffusing the situation. "The Word grows louder by the moment, and here you sit yelling amongst yourselves" My words extended to the total, unsure how much my squadmate had contributed to the rabble-rousery. I wasn't a veteran anything; a guardsman-turned nightmare, I was capable of both, though proficient with neither. All I had was a fistful of experience with dying and a year of physical therapy and combat reassessment. The feeling returned as I looked out at the small crowd of 'norms'; their eyes, judging and peeling us apart with the slightest of glance. No clue what even makes me speak...they hate it, they don't understand it...maybe they want it? If only they knew what it costs.

The safest solution would be to distance ourselves. I didn't have much to say about or to the soldiers, I wouldn't tell them how to think or how anyone should see them. I just wanted the looks to stop; I'm not a female soldier. [i]Yes[/i] I am up to the task, the frame was made that way...no...its the only version that synced. Yes I know that...no-I...!?

People...