[u][i][b]Butter Daisy Forest[/b][/i][/u]

"It was the only thing I could think of to do. I can't claim to understand the mind of someone I've only just met. So I could only offer a shoulder for support and an arm for comfort, to let you get over it in your own time." Crobalt said, before returning his attention to the discussion around him, listening to every key point and making a mental note of it in the event he needed to recall it later on.

[i]"So we were dragged here into a world that could outright kill us if we're not careful, because we have some kind of potential. Can he be any more vague?"[/i] Cronic thought to himself, before returning his attention to Snow, and how the fact that they weren't having any form of unit cohesion. Of course, he already knew that trying to get a band of strangers to band together in common cause was far easier said than done.

"Plus, you've essentially enlisted a bunch of random strangers to fight and, god forbid, die for you in a completely foreign land. You didn't get our consent, you didn't ask first. You just dragged us here without even bothering to check whether or not we were okay with it." Cronic said to the White Rabbit, a look of disgust crossing his face as he recalled the one who, whether by disbelief or fear preventing them from fleeing, was consumed by the behemoth of a man's inferno.

"It's like the saying; Oil and Water don't mix. And right now, that's exactly what's happening."