Devors scanned the people frantically running to and fro, most likely because of more pilots having docked. Their voices and footsteps became kind of a blurry haze of noise- and then there was this ringing! It must've been his ears, they must be exhausted from the fight, or something. The lights running along the roof also annoyed the man's senses- were these always so fucking bright? It's like staring into the sun! Or maybe his eyes are just tired. Actually, lots of things didn't seem right in thinking about it. Everything hurt, and not just from the neural feedback- not that there had been much of it.

The man spied two more patients being hurried into the medical ward- spotted some light blue and pink hairs. Clearly boobs on one of 'em, too. Must be the two girls who bum-rushed the Cruxi, didn't look like they got out too well though. What were there names again? Mia and Sarah? Nah, that seemed wrong, somehow. Devors was also too deadbeat to really care, especially when their boyfriends (they were boyfriends, right? Heck if he knew.) stormed right through. Both of them tried- and failed- to get into the medical ward. Same brute-force approach Devors took, but now there was more staff. He traced the moody one with his eyes as they went and leaned against the wall, trying to look cool. The man got a faint nostalgic feeling from the sight, and that also came coupled with some shame. Not that he knew why, brain's too fucked to tell him.

[color=Gold]"Great outcome, right?"[/color]

Shit, hang on Devors. Watch what you're about to say... actually, heck, who cares at this point? The burning feeling coming from his lungs told him that it wasn't just his brain talking. That bottle or two of mörder was [i]definitely[/i] helping things along.

[color=Gold]"Soon we'll be declared heroes for blowing up that station and denting the cruxi's forces, but meanwhile you can look at the result by proxy of the three sleepin' ladies in the room next to us. Looks like you two's better halves got brain-fucked and I'm running the risk of havin' the third's death wearing down on my conscience. Fuck, I still can't believe she even chose this gig. We bust our asses and risk our lives out there fightin' the 'good fight' and half of us don't even care to be here. I know I don't."[/color]

Devors violently jerked his head back, banging it against the wall and closing his eye.

[color=Gold]"Not that I can quit. Miracle I haven't been tossed into some kinda jail cell or been executed in some way. Naw, we got two options: Death by tentacle dismemberment or death by your employers. Pick your poison, both taste like ass. Meanwhile you, me and the ones over in framesville gotta worry our asses off when someone else gets hurt, wishing we'd have been the ones instead so they didn't have to. Only catch is, then they'd have t'worry 'bout you, right? What a joke."[/color]

God, his throat is getting sore. That, and it didn't look like these two were listening anyway. Devors pushed against the wall and shakily got to his feet, his lanky figure as unstable as it appeared. He opened his eye again to look at the two boys, seeing as they hadn't yet left because of this deadbeat's ranting. No surprise, Devors didn't really expect them to just up and leave their lovers like that. At least, he thinks one of them had a girlfriend. The ginger, maybe? Ah, fuck, he didn't care.

[color=Gold]"I think I'm gonna go pass the fuck out. What 'bout you lot?"[/color]