[center][h2]Plains of Ire[/h2]
[sub]The wreckage of the Z-ATV[/sub][/center]

Jäger looked as stone and moved as a mountain. His shoulders were broad as his metallic torso shuffled little. His forward, slow stride brought him before the impaled Dan. He was likely moments before death. And if he wasn't, Jäger would not let him suffer. For the moment, though, the dead spoke. The monk knelt by Dan's side. His kneepad collided with the metal surface of the Z-ATV's floor. A loud chink of armor echoed through the empty, crushed chambers. He rested two, open palms upon bended knee. His pale eyes did not waiver, staring directly into Dan's own.

[color=6ecff6]"I have failed you. I was not strong enough. Your journey ends because of my weakness."[/color]

He stood now.

[color=6ecff6]"I must atone. Name your request, and thy will be done."[/color]