Kensington's gaze would drift around while each person spoke until the debriefing came to a conclusion. As the others stood idle and a few went to address either the captain or another teammate the wolf finally dropped his firm posture when he thought nobody was watching him and slowly slipped out of the room to return to the hangar where his helicopter rested.

While there was still work to be done the airman was relieved to find his helicopter to not have a soul nearby it and he slowly approached the vehicle, his dirty hand in the pockets of his airman apparel as he scanned his surroundings before reaching his destination. With each step he took it felt as if the memories of the recent options crept up in his head, with that came an overwhelming sense of guilt and failure on his part. When he got to the chopper it was hard for Ken to stand, and soon he found himself turning around and sitting down on the edge of the entry point of his helicopter.. What if he had pushed himself harder? Would the now deceased subjects have survived if he had landed quicker or even got them home quicker? What could have been done differently? Such questions were tormenting the young pilot for a long time and he couldn't ignore them easily. Alone and with this burden on his shoulders, the pilot proceeded to run his hands through his hair and hold them there on his head, his eyes closed shut while he silently prayed for the world to at least stop for the sake of luxury.