"I failed you, father..." Varis stated as he slumped down in the cell once more, destructive rather saddening thoughts entering his head of his. Intrusive as they were, they were mostly accurate. Varis had a fortnight, or fourteen days, to murder his innocent target -- which was some type of merchant -- but because of this horrendous disaster, chances were, he wouldn't be able to kill the target in time.

Not like he actually needed the gold anyways. He had enough gold saved up over the years to live out a rather prosperous life, but he took on this [i]assassination contract[/i] because simply, he had nothing else to do. Varis already tried living out a normal life, but it just wasn't for him. 

"I failed..." Varis said once more, his head down, his gaze set on the metallic floor of the small cage. "I failed," Varis slammed his fist into the metal cage. "I failed, I failed, I failed," With each two words, he continually slammed his fists into the metallic floor. This was the first time he had ever failed a mission. The only thing he was good for, the [i]only thing he was ever made for and trained for[/i], he failed at. 

After a few more punches, he stopped, raising his head as his eyes darted around once more before finally settling on one person.

"VIVIAN!" Varis instinctively shouted out as his eyes finally found her, clutching the bars that were in front of him, keeping him trapped in the damned cage like some sort of bird. He allowed for a few seconds of silence to fill the air before he finally realized what he was doing, causing him to recoil backwards and place both of his hands over his mouth just as the cocky marksman had done once before.

He had found [i]her[/i], and he didn't exactly know why he searched for her. Perhaps it was because he had interacted with her the most, perhaps it was caused by this unholy disaster that's occurred to them just this instant, or perhaps it was due to some [i]other[/i] reason. Whatever it was, Varis had no idea what the reason was. It was the first time this had ever happened.

Slowly, Varis removed his hands away from his mouth just as the marksman once did, only to be interrupted by the sounds of the cocky marksman being dragged away herself. 

"SANA-" Varis stopped himself before he could finish, absolutely mortified at himself as he raised his hands towards his face, looking down at them with eyes of sadness rather than anger. Why was he calling his allies -- his "teammates" -- by their names now? Why did he suddenly care for them, even if just an ounce?

"[i]DONTCHU FUCKING DO IT,[/i]" Varis could hear the anger issues man -- Hugh was his name, Varis believed so -- screaming out, causing Varis to stare at him in awe.