[ He's doing well. Though he doesn't and likely never will like the work they do, he takes care of himself and doesn't stress himself overmuch about things he can't change. At the very least, the mission statement of Green Team makes him feel like there is something positive he can focus and work on.
He watches Armada light up -- an expression of some kind, he's sure. It occurs to him now he's never asked what it means. That there are a lot of things he's never asked that he probably should.
It's true; he sees the evidence of Armada's battle with Warriorhead, and he doesn't feel fear. But then, he faced his own end without fear -- he walked to his death with a smile on his face and fought even though he knew he wouldn't win. Because he had something worth fighting for.
He gives Armada's hand a gentle squeeze. ]
I'm glad.
[ Quietly, he reaches back to pull something out of his pocket. ]
I've been meaning to give you something. For a while.
[ It's a small gift, wrapped in cloth, and he offers it to Armada. Inside it is a metal pendant the size of a man's palm. There's texture to it, it isn't entirely smooth, and in the center, there's an engraving of a creature with five heads. If Armada holds it up, it makes a tinkling sound -- a few thin metal plates dangling from the leather tie.
Zack isn't a great jewelry maker by any means, but he did pour a lot of time and thought into this gift. ]
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He watches Armada light up -- an expression of some kind, he's sure. It occurs to him now he's never asked what it means. That there are a lot of things he's never asked that he probably should.
It's true; he sees the evidence of Armada's battle with Warriorhead, and he doesn't feel fear. But then, he faced his own end without fear -- he walked to his death with a smile on his face and fought even though he knew he wouldn't win. Because he had something worth fighting for.
He gives Armada's hand a gentle squeeze. ]
I'm glad.
[ Quietly, he reaches back to pull something out of his pocket. ]
I've been meaning to give you something. For a while.
[ It's a small gift, wrapped in cloth, and he offers it to Armada. Inside it is a metal pendant the size of a man's palm. There's texture to it, it isn't entirely smooth, and in the center, there's an engraving of a creature with five heads. If Armada holds it up, it makes a tinkling sound -- a few thin metal plates dangling from the leather tie.
Zack isn't a great jewelry maker by any means, but he did pour a lot of time and thought into this gift. ]