“Yes…” Dalkalo said pointing his glaring eyes to April, “it is wrong of me, to be annoyed over ten years of oppression.” He tapped the tanks hanging tightly to his back. Taking a breath in.
He started mumbling to himself, before telling April, “Sorry. Got a little sucked into the moment there. Nothing against you.” He pressed a button on his wrist turning a few lights off on his mask, “I’m going to go fix my suit.”
Dalkalo walked to a seat viewing off into the hangar. He used the same three pronged tool to fix the speaker amplifier he had removed. He fixed his eyes on three people staring at him. All standing opposite of April, Steve, and DeBaker. Shadows of people they once were.
‘Not real,’ he murmured to himself, ‘at least not anymore.’ The lights on his mask came back to life as he reinstalled his module. The shadows disappeared out og sight, and out of mind, at least for the time being.