Dron and Tempest stayed in the small room for a little while.
Dron was surprised that she hadn't said anything about the fact that he'd basically ripped someone to pieces. All she seemed to be worried about was that he was losing himself.
It was a concerning thought that even though he wanted to promise her that he'd be okay if she somehow managed to be taken from him, he couldn't.
The second most concerning thought was the fact that no matter how many times he replayed what had happened between him and Gushex in his mind, there wasn't a single part of him that would change what he did.
Sure, he was remorseful that the man was injured in such a severe way, but Dron knew he'd do it again if he had to.
They were silent for a short while, and then there was a soft rapping on the door.
