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 [i][b][color=Goldenrod]"Damned if you do, damned if you don't."[/color][/b][/i]
 [color=gray][i]Current Location: Von Carnage Mansion, Inner Circle[/i][/color]
[hider=⧫ACT 2, TURN 3??⧫]
[Center]13 | Male | Freelancers | Clockwork Soldier
Aeterna | Sword | Physical | Swift and Keen
Clockwork Jacket | Industrial 
Chronosphere | Lightning | Overclock 
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 258[/center][/hider]
 Well, there goes that plan. With all the chaos going on, everyone was prioritizing defense over bumrushing the marshmallow fucker. Atleast the Timekeeper did [i]something[/i] about the wisps in armor. Magic worked, but the spirits quickly recovered and turned to fighting with fists instead. Whatever happened around him he paid no mind, opting to evade the gauntlets' blows. 

 Then, the spirits fled. Gunther as well.

 The boy glanced over at the reason. Billy, though battered, scared the ghost away. The green-haired doc appeared soon after just as wounded. Though as he kept looking, waiting, he felt anxious again. What happened? Is Justin dead? Where's Betty? Then another woman appeared. A jovial scientist. He didn't realize it was Veronica until she mentioned the notice she posted on Shimr. That anxiety turn to dread once she told everyone what happened. 

 They failed.

 Justin fled, and took Betty with him.

 And if the boy's view of G.E.M.I.N.I. hadn't been soured enough, Veronica's tangent about how the freelancers should've just stayed out of it among other things made his conflicting emotions worsen. He felt a bitter retort bubbling, trying to escape his throat. He felt like his knees would give out, the urge to give in to their blame and tell them: [i]"You're right."[/i] Or [i]"It's my fault."[/i]

 ...It was his fault, wasn't it.

 Fears. Regrets. The boy resisted the urge to cover his ears as Veronica and Billy argued, gloved hands running through his hair as he tried to calm down. [i]Too loud.[/i]

 Why did he care so much? 

 Why did he let this happen?

 Someone shut them up. [i]Please.[/i]

 Finn's head snapped towards Veronica when she revealed the mansion was a connection to what he assumed was Maverick's HQ. He trembled out of some unknown emotion when she looked back at him. That apology meant nothing. Then once she gave the Freelancers an ultimatum, he deflated. His arms went slack back to his sides, and the ground suddenly looked more interesting than the remains of the room. He almost looked like a lifeless puppet. With all the shit he went through being for nothing? He suddenly felt empty.

 They failed.

 He failed.

 With one more look at his team, he frowned in regret. It worsened when he looked at Klava.

 Finn breathed out. [color=goldenrod]"I'm sorry..."[/color] [i]I can't do this anymore.[/i] He only hoped those who remained would survive. And that they wouldn't hold this, and his foolishness against him. He was tired, drenched in blood, and felt like he had gone through every stage of grief in a damn minute. Perhaps longer. The boy shambled past the agents, and to the exit.

 He just wanted to go home.

 ...

 ...Huh. He didn't realize how tight the grip on his instrument was.