"Requiescat En Pace, amigos..." Hector kneeled over the last of the fallen Golden Mercenaries, his eyes red in both sorrow and frustration. With a little grunt, he pushed himself off his knee and stood up. His armor's shock effect that had rendered his leg useless had worn off, and he was simply regaining his balance. He turned to the three remaining mercenaries and the two hosts. "We'll return for funerals, mark the dates, comprende?" he said sternly, getting three weary nods in return. He then waved off his men, and they began preparing to depart. Hector then turned to Ishigo, who seemed far beyond fatigued. "That damn kid, Ish. Where'd he go? Dead?"

Ishigo stirred at the thought of the kid's dead body and shook his head, "N-no, we can't make any assumptions." Julian turned to Ishigo and nodded with a sigh, "I should've tried to convince him to stay..." Ishigo shook his head at Julian's regretful statement and replied, "It wasn't your fault. He just wanted to help, but..."

Hector scoffed, "He cost us our mercenaries..." 
Ishigo winced at Hector's bitter tone, "Hector... he was-"
Hector shook his head and began walking past the two, cutting Ishigo off. In response Ishigo looked off into the distance and sighed, '[i]Where are you, boy?[/i]'
Julian looked around briefly and then rubbed the back of his head, "Though I yearn t'look for the lad, I hate to stay in this wretched chamber, brothah." 

Ishigo nodded slowly and then looked over to Iktomi. "We done here? Or did you have other plans in mind?"