[center][u]Collab between me and the following. 
Anything written by me, with certain exceptions, is in bold.[/u]
[@Silver Fox] [@Burthstone] [@Zarkun]
[b][i]Karn and Hemlock
Fiore || Mt. Hakobe
Interacting: Each Other, Damian, Zero/Zenoram[/i][/b][/center]

After the deed was done, the beast watched the dragon fall and the dragon boy go for the human, threatening to kill him. The beast took a couple steps foreword, as if to confront but soon stopped as he listened before his golden eyes watched happened before him. The dragon was severely injured and dying, but the human Swordsman did not go for a quick kill. Although the Chimera would have preferred at least a less sufferable approach, it seemed the dragon did not mind and was back to his senses, speaking to the dragon human boy. 

As the dragon started up the mountain, the rest following, the Chimera took a few moments to simply watch them. Turning his head back as if to ponder leaving now. Yet it felt duty bound to stay by the fellow mythical beast's side until his passing, so the chimera padded after them, large paws crushing the snow beneath him. For some reason, he felt so tired. Had he been fighting long? Or perhaps because the sun has disappeared over the horizon?

The Chimera kept a fair distance from the group, despite their cooperation in battle. Seeming a bit cautious and ready for anything to happen, but his body languages seemed relaxed. As if to show either he was tired or perhaps just in a calm state of mind.

[b] As the group walked along Hemlock turned his head just a bit to look back. The Chimera. This wasn't the boy he'd met. He could tell at least that much on his own. He motioned for it to hurry. [color=1b1464]"Chimera. A moment."[/color] He said as he motioned for Damian and Zero to stay put much to Zero's confusion. 

[color=purple]"But..."[/color] 

[color=1b1464]"Just a moment."[/color] Hemlock halted the dragon slayer. He lifted his hand and moved it toward the Chimera. [color=1b1464]"You are not the owner of this body, are you?"[/color] He asked simply. He didn't have the time to mince words or beat around the bush. [color=1b1464]"I think you've helped enough. Now you must allow them to deal with their own troubles. And, allow them a chance to say goodbye."[/color] He added calmly.[/b]

As the Chimera walked along, his ears perked as he heard the dragon speak, causing the the beast to halt as well before watching the giant lizard move a paw to him. Tilting his head slightly for a moment, as if pondering what the dragon meant before blinking his golden eyes in understanding. This body, wasn't really him. Just part of Karn's mind, what he saw him as. It would explain why he was tired and weak, and he had little knowledge of the situation.

So, the Chimera slowly nodded as the dragon pointed out how the boy he probably knew, wasn't really there. Somewhere he was, watching like it was a foggy dream. Things, wouldn't go well for the young boy once he returned, but the Chimera seemed to understand this would be a must. Like teaching a child to stand on their own when they've fallen. If one babies them and just keeps picking them up everytime, they won't ever learn. Glancing to his leg to make sure it was acceptably fine, the magical influence on it broken down by the Chimera magic, he concluded Karn would be alright from that at least.

The golden eyes stared at the dragon, and before long the chimera's powerful form disappeared to be replaced by a familiar blonde head. The human boy groaned a little, emerald eyes seeming incoherent as he stood, feeling snow against his feet. He felt cold. Yet it wasn't because of the snow. Karn could tell fever had settled in, blood already threatening to poor from his mouth.

It was then, he looked to Hemlock and briefly, Karn smiled brightly to see the dragon. [color=lime]"Hemlock! You're not being controlled and ok..."[/color] Karn started with glee before halting as the rush of blood slammed into him. There was so much of it, his mind was hurting. Damian smelled of human blood, but Hemlock seemed to be dripping it all over. Staining the white snow into a brilliant Crimson color.

Karn looked closer, seeing the severe injury on Hemlock and when Karn glanced to the Dragon Slayer, it clicked what happened. He failed. Hemlock was dying. Despite trying his best, trying everything he knew how, it still wasn't enough. He was so drained, his Chimera Healing magic couldn't heal a wound that big. Useless. People had died. Hemlock is dying. He couldn't save any of them. What good was he then?

Tears welled up, stinging the emerald eyes as Karn couldn't stand any longer and dropped to his knees, crushing the snow beneath him and sending some splattering away. Giving a choking sob, he let the tears roll down, splashing against the snow. Soon enough, their was blood in the mixture of them, but he didn't care how much his body hurt. 

[color=lime]"I'm so sorry Hemlock. I-I tried.... But... I didn't want you to die.... B-but I-I f-failed. I'm so sorry.... I'm sorry Hemlock.... Z-Zero.... Z-Zenoram... I'm so sorry.."[/color] Karn managed to sob out, his head downcast in a attempt to hide the crying, despite how probably it was by the sounds of sobs and his trembling body, to try and at least hide his probably pathetic appearance.

He knew apologizing wasn't good for anything... It wouldn't make anyone feel better... But that's al he could do now.

[b][color=1b1464]"You're name was Karn."[/color] Hemlock said calmly as his tail wrapped gently around the young blonde's frail body. He sighed and pulled the young man towards him. He could tell he was in no real condition to move. With the blood and injuries he had. Still though the boy was crying, obviously in pain. Not just physical, but mental. [color=1b1464]"What happened here..."[/color] He didn't know how to put it. To help this child. However, it wasn't his job to help him. 

Zero was there to take hold of Karn when Hemlock brought him down. Zero helped keep him on his feet. [color=purple]"You shouldn't put it all on yourself like that."[/color] 

[color=1b1464]"Zero is right."[/color] Hemlock began again. [color=1b1464]"You had no control over what happened."[/color] He said as he brought his head down level with Karn and his adopted son. [color=1b1464]"Even in the condition I was in. I could feel it. I understood you... All of you fighting to help me. And all I can do is thank you."[/color] He was calm. Calmer than one dying should probably be. [color=1b1464]"So understand, that you cannot take the blame. You cannot put the weight of the world on your shoulders. That's what you gather companions for. Isn't that why you joined a guild?"[/color] The dragon exhaled, the air blowing through his nose as into the boys face before he stood back. If he said anymore it may stand to do more damage than good. So he could leave it at this. The next thing he said. Would be his fair well.[/b]

Karn felt himself being pulled closer by the dragon, forcing the young boy to look at the large mystical beast. Slightly rubbing his eyes in a attempt to unblur his vision. He felt Zero there, helping him stand, though Karn had trouble. His legs were weak and his left leg was agonizing. Although his Chimera form could take a lot of damage, all that damage was still carried over whenever he turned into a human. And this body was much more frail in comparison.

I'm a way, a part of Karn was surprised at Zero's words. A part of him wanted Zero to get mad at him, punch him... Anything. Because out of anyone, it was probably Zero and Zenoram feeling the pain. But the dragonslayer didn't. Emerald eyes glancing up to Hemlock as he spoke, trying to reassure the young boy. A part of Karn still felt he had to take responsibility, but as Hemlock mentioned his reason to joining a Guild, Karn found himself nodding.

He wanted a Guild's companionship, so he wouldn't be alone and feel friendship. And he supposed, sharing the pain was part of it. Not exactly taking it all. Karn covered his mouth as he coughed, though this time it was loud and clear. A almost scratching raspy sound like he was choking. Pulling his hand away, he found his hand covered in blood. He couldn't hide it in this condition, so he just accepted it.

Karn didn't say anything, but he at least stopped crying, though his eyes were puffy and red from his sobs. Although he was tempted to try walking so he didnt bother Zero, he resigned and wrapped a arm around the dragon slayer's waist for both assistance in walking and for some little comfort he can offer. For both of them.

He didn't say anything, but he understood what Hemlock and Zero were trying to say. It was hard to talk though. Because he didn't know what to say, and he was focusing to staying awake.

[center][b][i]Damian and Hemlock
Fiore || Mt. Hakobe
Interacting: Each Other, Karn, Zero/Zenoram[/i][/b][/center]

[b]With his piece having been said to the young blonde shapeshifter Hemlock moved on. He could smell the female in the area. Mithera. She would likely come around at some point. He had something to give her. Having observed the shifter's abilities and happiness when they had first met, he was quite sure the young man already had a more than suitable parting gift. So now moving on he would speak to the one who'd aided Zero in delivering the final blow of the battle. 

[color=1b1464]"You. What is your name?"[/color] He asked calmly as he took a seat resting and saving the energy he had as he went on with his business. They had finally reached the point in which his cave, the home he, Zenoram and Zero had shared, was located. He was stared down at the sword wielder.[/b]

Damian couldn't match Hemlock's gaze. He couldn't find it in himself to look into the eye's of Zero's father and give his name proudly. He was, in the end, the hand that had guided the sword to where it had struck. So with his eyes down and sadness and regret in his heart, he spoke. [color=FireBrick]"Damian Gerard, S-Class Wizard for the guild Phoenix Wing and guild mate of your son."[/color]

As he spoke, he remembered something that Penny had said, though it was just a vague memory and he was sure he was getting the wording wrong. [color=FireBrick][i]Those who kill, for any reason, shouldn't and can't be trusted. They're too likely to take their best friends life...that..that's not who I am, but who's going to care...[/i][/color] He waited for the dragon's response, hating himself for what had happened.

[b][color=1b1464]"Do not hold your head down Damian."[/color] Hemlock said as his gaze remained on the young man. [color=1b1464]"Somebody like you who could help fulfill my son's decision and make the choice many would not have been able to. You have my respect."[/color] He lowered his head. In all honesty, he didn't express forgiveness. Nor did he express anger or sadness. He didn't feel the need for those emotions. They were little more than a hindrance and the only important thing to him was to let those of phoenix wing... Those who would be around Zenoram and Zero. Especially this one who seemed to be suffocating himself in self loathing. [color=1b1464]"This wasn't your fault. You understand that much, don't you?"[/color][/b]

Damian didn't reply right away, his head still hung. When he replied, it was still very respectful. [color=FireBrick]"I appreciate it and I understand it, but it doesn't change what I did, and not just to you. Two bodies lay at the foot of this mountain, made bodies by my hand. I..."[/color] Damian sighs and meets the dragon's gaze for just a moment before going back to the ground, the brief eye contact revealing there were tears in the young wizard's eyes.

[color=FireBrick]"I'm sorry, I'm not here for me. I don't wish to burden you with my problems. I thank you for what you said. Is there anything you would ask of me?"[/color]

[b]Hemlock closed his eyes, understanding what the young man was saying. He doubted he could say he would react much differently. The act of taking a life was no different, nor easier or harder regardless of the time or place, or circumstances. That fact remained as it was. [color=1b1464]"I ask only that you do not allow this event to hinder your progress as a mage and a living being. And..."[/color] I reach up with his claw. The dragon opened his mouth and gripped one of his more powerful fangs. It took but a moment to break it off. That pain was nothing. He held the fang to the young mage. [color=1b1464]"Take this. Use it to create a sword. The body of a dragon, claws, fangs, and so on can be quite powerful. My fang. That of a poison dragon. I believe it could become a good sword. And if nothing else, it could only serve as another remind to never falter, and never stop moving forward. I'm sure it'll also help in protecting my son."[/color][/b]

Damian looked up at the tooth in awe, unsure of what to say. [color=FireBrick][i]A blade made with the fang of a dragon, any dragon, would be a powerful weapon. One that would only need to be mentioned.[/i][/color] He smiled and took the fang with a bow. Taking a moment to take off his shirt, he wrapped the fang with it and fashioned a make shift sling sheath for the fang with the belt that held his pouches. Those he stuck in the wrapping. Bowing again, Damian remembers a story about Fairy Tail and the salute they gave their members when they needed [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Loi4bYzXvAw]encouragement[/url] and gives it to Hemlock, his hand held high, his first finger held up to the sky and his thumb out to the side slightly. The tears, though he fought to hold them back, flowed forward. [color=Firebrick]"I thank you for your trust, Hemlock. And I give you my word, on my honor, that I will do my best to protect your son when he needs it."[/color]

Damian chuckles and looks towards Zero as he lowers his hand. [color=FireBrick]"But he may not need it. You taught him well."[/color] Turning back to the dragon, Damian frowned again. [color=FireBrick]"I'm sorry about all this. If circumstances were different..."[/color] He trailed off, unsure of what to say.

[b]Hemlock smiled at the display brought before him by Damian. It was admirable. It was touching. He remember stories, videos, information from his childhood. Those scientists did many bad things, but they gave him and his brethren much needed information. This was something he could understand. However, when Damian brought up how things could have been if circumstances were different he shook his head. [color=1b1464]"Don't let yourself be led astray by the what ifs, should haves and if only's. You cannot live in the past, nor the future. Only the present. And from what I've seen, you're doing a good job of living right now."[/color] He said before turning. This exchange could go on, but it would be fairly repetitive. It was best to leave off now. Besides, he wished not make the young man shed more tears.[/b]

[center][b][i]Mithera, Melina and Hemlock
Fiore || Mt. Hakobe
Interacting: Each Other, Karn, Damian, Zero/Zenoram[/i][/b][/center]

As Damian and Hemlock finished talking, Melina was walking towards the dragon slowly, carrying a small white puffball in her arms. The smell of blood would be clear, but it smells like Mithera's, not the dried blood smell that Melina usually has. As Melina gets closer, she has a fairly pained look on her face, and that the puffball she's carrying is clearly Mithera, just in her tiny form. At first glance, it's clear she is seriously injured, Mithera's two left legs are bent at terrifying angles, and her left wing was snapped so badly one can see bone. She occasionally coughs, spitting up a little bit of blood over her companion's arm and onto the ground.

[b]"Hell of a tail you've got there."[/b] Melina would speak up once she got close enough, her voice strained, and she continued to walk slowly as to not jostle Mithera. [b]"Don't worry about how she looks, on the inside she's fixing herself up again. She'll live unless I start tossing her around like a sack of potatoes. But since I'm bearing most of the pain for her so she can keep a clear mind, that'd make even a masochist cry."[/b] As Melina got closer, she would stop close to the dragon, and motion for him to bring his head down, if it wasn't already. [b]"And don't worry about me, I'm Melina, and I've been one of Mithera's friends for seven years now. I won't bring any harm to her, in fact I'm actually leaving Fiore pretty soon for a while."[/b] Once the dragons head is down, Melina would gently place Mithera on her right side on the dragon's snout. [b]"She thinks it sucks that you're passing away and she only just med you."[/b] Melina would smile faintly, before wincing slightly. Sweat was starting to bead at her forehead. [b]"And she can't talk like you and I can while in this form, so I guess I'll be talking for her."[/b] She looked over the dragon, and thought about Mithera's two dragon forms. Neither lived up to the magnificence of the actual thing. It was the difference between seeing a painting of a beautiful person and actually seeing them. The real thing was always far more magnificent.

[b]Hemlock watched as Melina slowly made her way to him. His look quickly grew more solemn as he heard Melina. He'd done this. [color=1b1464]"If possible, I too would like to lighten the burden of pain on you and her."[/color] He said calmly. He was careful not to move his mouth to much so as not to bother the small creature now laying on his snout. Truth be told, he was also a bit more sad than he led on. He was reserved to his fate, but he had just begun to broaden his horizons. That is, along with those of his foster son. Still his death was fast approach. [color=1b1464]"Still, can you do me a favor?"[/color] He asked calmly. [color=1b1464]"Enter the cave there. Inside along the wall on the right side of the entrance is a black jacket. It was fairly hard to make, but wrapped within it is a necklace. Both made using my scales, though the necklace also has a fang."[/color] He explained simply as he looked past the small dragon that was Mithera to Melina. The girl smelled of blood. But the with all the blood around it wasn't quite as uncomfortable as it normally might have been.[/b]

Melina would nod at Hemlock's instructions, and went into the cave just beyond the dragon. Mithera purred very quietly on the dragon's snout, watching one of his eyes with both of hers, as Melina brought the retrieved necklace back, holding it up for Mithera to see. After a moment of Mithera regarding it, Melina spoke again. [b]"She thinks it's lovely."[/b] Melina would fold it carefully and put it in her pocket. [b]"And she says that she'll treasure it forever."[/b] Melina regarded her friend quietly, smiling a little. [b]"You know, a little dragon sitting on a big dragon is kinda cute."[/b] She'd reach out and gently stroke Mithera's head with two fingers. [b]"She also says that, in case you're beating yourself up over hurting her, to not. By this time in the morning she'll be no more injured than if she had just gotten a bad scrape, and that this is not the worst pain she's ever been in."[/b] The last part was a lie, but Melina was good at not giving that away, and she knew Mithera would kill her if she made Hemlock feel worse than he probably already did.

[b][color=1b1464]"I see."[/color] Hemlock said calmly. He followed what Melina said calmly. His eyes were calm, and the his magic was weakening. [color=1b1464]"You two share a strong connection. I'm sure it'll be a tough transition. Separating I mean."[/color] He spoke a bit more softly. Observing them he could see how close they were. Many other things were obvious. But he wouldn't be bringing any of those things up. [color=1b1464]"I wished to give her that gift the next time we met, though I'd hoped it was under better circumstances."[/color] He then said as it felt necessary, though he chuckle a bit when Melina pet the small white puffball. [color=1b1464]"When was the last time I was pet by a human?"[/color] He asked speaking a bit to himself. It was a long time ago. Before he'd even escaped that damn laboratory. [color=1b1464]"In a way I envoy her. Her ability to change size and shape, though I'm sure it does not come easy."[/color] He blinked once. It was slow. Painfully slow. [color=1b1464]"It seems I'm babbling. All that's left is to speak to my sons. And bid farewell. For now."[/color][/b]

Melina bit her lip, then shrugged. [b]"Well, being telepathically linked certainly helps with being close. But there are worse places to leave her than under the protection of a powerful guild and a dragon slayer."[/b] She smirked a little as the dragon mentioned not being petted in a long time, and gently stroked the side of his muzzle. [b]"Her size changing has gotten her out of trouble, but, she can't do it very fast. As far as having to deal with thugs and such, she's practically useless in this form."[/b] Chuckling softly, Melina carefully picked Mithera up, holding her carefully, and holding the little dragon's new necklace in one hand. [b]"She says goodbye, and she hopes she'll see you again some day. In this life, preferably."[/b] She sighed softly. [b]"I guess I should leave you to talk with Zero and Zenoram. Mithera says that if you die she'll stalk you in the afterlife until you apologize, and that it's goodbye for now."[/b] She would smile, and start to head over to Karn and Damian, letting Zero and Zenoram have their turn, and offering Mithera and her gift for Damian to carry back to Phoenix wing.

[b][color=1b1464]”I see your heart is larger than you probably lead other’s to believe.”[/color] Hemlock said calmly as Melina stroked his muzzle. It was a nice feeling. Still, their business was done. They had said what they needed and he could move on having kept everything so far in his heart. Not, all that was left was his sons. Zenoram and Zero. Though they were one, he saw them as the individuals they were. So, with this Hemlock brought himself back to his feet and made his way to his child who had sat Karn gently down beside Damian.[/b] 

[center][b][i]Zenoram/Zero and Hemlock
Fiore || Mt. Hakobe
Interacting: Each Other, Karn, Damian, Melina, Mithera[/i][/b][/center]

[b][color=purple]“Just rest there.”[/color] Zero said calmly as he stood back up. He looked to be holding back tears. Strength was important to. It was all he knew. Being strong, not just for himself, but for Zenoram. Strength was all he knew. But here. Now. This feeling of powerlessness. The inability to save the only father he had truly known. Still he felt he should give this to Zenoram. 

[color=1b1464]“Wait Zero.”[/color] Hemlock said calmly already having a good idea in mind of what the boy was going to do. [color=1b1464]“I wish to speak with both of you.”[/color] 

[color=purple]“But… Zenoram… He’s… The real one.”[/color] Zero answered, his voice shaking a bit, as he quickly stepped away from Damian and Karn as Melina joined them, holding Mithera. He met Hemlock half way who laid down in the snow again. They were much closer to the cave now. 

[color=1b1464]“Zero, you are much more than you believe yourself to be. That much is clear. Even if not to yourself.”[/color] Hemlock spoke calmly as he snorted, the air leaving his nose blowing into Zero’s face. 

[color=purple]“But!”[/color] 

[color=1b1464]“You’ve come so far from the reckless, angry brat you were when I first met you.”[/color] 

[color=purple]“Yeah right. That’s a laugh.”[/color] 

[color=1b1464]“It’s true. There were signs of darkness. And a will for vengeance that I understood quite well. But now, there is so much more.”[/color] 

[color=purple]“No… Don’t… Don’t fucking make me out to be more than I am!”[/color] Tears were truly flowing, rolling down Zero’s cheeks. He shook his head, and wiped his eyes. [color=purple]“You and Zenoram always do this shit, you bastards.”[/color] The power quickly fell from his voice. 

[color=1b1464]“One day you’ll realize the changes you’ve gone through yourself. Both of you.”[/color]

[color=purple]“I refuse… I don’t want you to go Hemlock… I was just… I was just starting to branch out. To grow… Me and Zenoram…”[/color] 

[color=1b1464]“And you feared you’d no longer be necessary right?”[/color] The dragon quickly intervened causing Zero to stop. He clenched his fists. So hard his nails, rather claws, broke the skin. [color=1b1464]“Zero, there’s so much more than you think.”[/color] Zero was quiet now. The wind blew and the boy finally looked up. 

[color=violet]“Geez… That guy. Always backing out when things get a little too tough to handle emotionally…”[/color] This was Zenoram. [color=violet]“Anything he can’t hit…”[/color] He trailed off. That was what made his other half who he was after all. 

[color=1b1464]“The same goes for you Zenorma.”[/color] 

[color=violet]“Hm?”[/color]

[color=1b1464]“You’ve changed. So much. I’m sure I don’t have to say it.”[/color] Hemlock said, causing Zenoram to shake his head. 

[color=violet]“No… But… I just… Why did you take us in? Of all the people you took away and… Well… Maybe if you hadn’t taken us… If you hadn’t taken so many unnecessary risks… If… If!”[/color] Zenoram’s voice broke as the tears flowed and he tried to make sense of it. The questions he had wanted to ask. The questions he thought he’d have a lifetime to get the answered to. 

[color=1b1464]“One day… I think you’ll understand why. The feeling of taking a chance on someone. Of becoming a parent and guiding another.”[/color] Hemlock smiled and lifted his hand gently pulling Zenoram closer. He held the boy. It seemed that was it. That was all that needed to be said. Him and Zenoram and Zero. They had all shared so much over the years. There was nothing that could be said that they didn’t already know. So for the next few moments, they shared this embrace. 

[color=violet]“Goodbye Hemlock.”[/color] Zenoram finally spoke again. [color=violet]“My second father. Zero’s first father. I can only hope we’ll meet again.”[/color] He felt a proper goodbye. 

[color=1b1464]“I believe we will.”[/color] Hemlock said as he sat back up, releasing Zenoram. [color=1b1464]“Zenoram. Your things are in the cave. You shouldn’t leave anything behind. And I think you’ll find something new as well.”[/color] With that he gave one more look over the group. [color=1b1464]“Now… It’s about time for the final goodbye.”[/color] He smiled. [color=1b1464]“Thank you for all your efforts. And all your kind words. I believe we will all meet again someday.”[/color] As he spoke, his body began to glow. Even to Zenoram this was new. It startled him making him take a step back. [color=1b1464]“But for now, this is goodbye.”[/color] There was a bright flash and when it faded, Hemlock was gone. 

[color=violet]“I guess Dragon’s don’t even die the same as everyone else.”[/color] Zenoram chuckled as he turned to the rest of the group. [color=violet]“Um… I wanted to thank all of you.”[/color] Zenoram said as he stepped closer to the group. [color=violet]“Now I guess… We’re done here. We should go… If you guys don’t mind, I’ll go gather some things. And Zero will join you soon.”[/color] He smiled taking a moment to focus on Damian. [color=violet]“I guess this is our first time meeting. I’m Zenoram. Please leave any questions to Karn, or until we get back to the guild and rest up a bit.”[/color] He introduced himself before taking a deeper breath. [color=violet]“Now… I think, even if Hemlock brought it up… You should know, Me and Zero… We don’t hate you. On the contrary… We’re sorry we made you do this. You don’t deserve the guilt that I’m sure is weighing you down.”[/color] He turn his head just a bit to look at the frail, hurt blonde. [color=violet]“And neither do you Karn.”[/color] He knew that wouldn’t be enough. But he felt it should be said.

[color=violet]“Now… I’m gonna go grab some things so we can get back. Sorry to make you wait.”[/color] With that he turned around and jogged off towards the cave, though he stopped halfway and gripped his side. Pain? Yeah… He almost forgot how hard a hit Zero had taken before. He definitely had some broken ribs. Didn’t seem anything had been punctured though. If Zero was in charge, he would power through. And that’s what he did until he reached the cave and was hidden from everyone. Then he saw the jacket. Black with a purple hue, resemebling something like a traditional leather jacket. Tough as hell and definitely good to protect him. That’s when it really hit. The two dropped to their knees, crying as they hugged the jacket. It seems even gone as he was, Hemlock was still going to do his best to protect them. 

Still they didn’t have much time. Zero would take over and throw on the jacket. He wiped the eyes, though the signs of crying were there. He gathered their things into a rather large back which he through on his back. [color=purple]“Fuck… This is a lot…”[/color] He huffed as he held it, one arm clutching his ribs as he exited the cave. [color=purple]“Let’s go.”[/color] He said as he stopped by the group only for a moment to help Karn up and begin to help him as he began heading back down the mountain. His jacket was on and closed providing a bit more protection than his initial choice of clothing from the weather, though he didn’t need it much. Still… It was so warm… So warm.[/b]