Tord laid there, staring at the ceiling, clutching his right arm. He didn't know why. His real arm wasn't even there. He was just clutching metal and wires. Clutching something that felt like static. How long has it been today? 3 years? Longer? Shorter? He had stopped keeping track after the first year had passed. He slowly let go of his robot arm, raising it and staring at the red color. He narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't mind it, really. But the fact he had let something as stupid as power get this bad was pathetic. Paul and Patryk always stuck around in his mind too. But he didn't really know them well. He couldn't call them friends. His arm still ached. ... Though it was already getting blurry on how it all happened. Quick, he was aware. He shook his head, sitting up. It didn't matter how he thought about it. It had already happened. He couldn't just redo it. And it was Tom's fault it happened. Tord sighed, standing up and walking away from the bed, walking to the door, resting his hand on the frame, looking around the room. It didn't feel right. None of it. He inhaled, before exhaling, standing straight, his shoulders tense, before turning around and walking towards his office. "Red Leader." Paul called after him- making Tord stop mid-step, turning his head and glancing over at his second in command, lifting a brow. "Yes?" "Did you get any sleep?" Paul asked, giving a slight smile, extending his hand slightly. It was a simple question, really. Tord just nodded. Though he didn't. Couldn't. "Good. Today's going to be an exhausting day for you, since we have many tests to watch and deal with some soldier training." Paul hummed, putting his hands behind his back and starting to walk off, though he stopped and glanced over his shoulder at Tord. "Once you're ready, I'll be in the cafeteria." He hummed, before facing back and walking off. Tord stood there for a minute, before sighing, leaning on the wall, running a hand through his hair, looking around, before glancing forward where Paul went. Might as well get to work now. .... It puts some relaxation into his mind from the aching. So he might as well stay busy... "Paul." Tord called, already walking after. Paul stopped, peeking around a corner, before smiling, waiting for Tord to get closer before starting to walk again. "So, what do you want to do first?" Tord sighed. "I don't care as long as it gets done." /I don't care as long as it takes long. As long as it stays busy around here, I'll be fine./ ... /Right?/
