Flin put his guitar on his back again. He sat down on a chair at the common area as well, and didn't say a word. His face was pale. He'd seen that his comrades were all reliable in their own ways, which was good. But the tense atmosphere certainly didn't call for celebration, especially after what'd just happened. It seemed like Zay wasn't used to killing, or at least that's what it looked like. It was understandable. Flin himself didn't enjoy killing things either, but sometimes it was nessecary. He remained silent for a long moment. [color=92278f]"At least...we all survived...."[/color] Flin eventually spoke in a raspy and sad tone, trying to make the situation a bit less tense. But he wasn't wrong. If things hadn't gone the way they did, they might have all been torn to shreds.