The moment the fog cleared, Locke’s eyes went wide. He safeties and lowers his weapon IMMEDIATELY. Then he takes it all in. The condition of the team isn’t great. By the end of this first encounter, armor is sundered, and there are wounded among them.

His heart sinks when he lays eyes on how much blood is leaking from Evie’s wounds. He rushes to her side, holstering his weapon in place above his jump-kit as he does. He takes a knee beside her, checking her over. When he hears her say, “Not my brightest play,” he manages a tiny bemused smirk… but it’s still tinged with deep concern.

He sighs softly and speaks. [color=#A70000]”Guess we both learned some important lessons today. Talk to me, Evie. What can I do to help?”[/color] His expression conveys a mix of worry and compassion, sapphire pools shimmering with otherwise controlled and managed emotion.

He had almost lost his new friend and teammate here. In any other situation, he might have had a better lid on the raging ache in his heart. But this isn’t the Frontier War… This is a different reality altogether. He’s only got three friends in this world. One is his Lord and Savior, one is silent and in dire need of repair, and one now kneels wounded before him.

He’s praying intensely to the former deep down. They’ll need all the help they can get in this labyrinthian hell… He quickly unpacks the bandages in his pack, prepping them for Evie’s use.