(we shall finish what we started. But only finish. LIVE I SAY! LIIIIVE ONCE AGAIN!)
Gage stared at his black coffee. His head hurt, his wings hurt, and he wanted to go home. He chanced a glance at Grant. There was one of their group missing, and even the most dedicated of the group couldn't find her.
His mind flashed back to Tor. Had he even visited her gravestone? His throat stung with the beginnings of tears. Then the images flicked to himself and Misty in the tenement halls, and how she had shouted at him for his war-movie speech. Then to singing Amazing Grace in Riv's apartment- gosh, what a voice. He never sang in front of people. Never. And yet she had caused him to do so multiple times. Then the flight. Oh, the flight. There was just... something about taking flight with someone. Maybe that was a weird, and a little mushy, but true. She had even trusted him enough to leave his back, when he hadn't even trusted himself. And then the snake man.
"Gaa!" He swatted his cup off the table. Coffee splattered all over the floor, and on himself. For a moment he stared at what he had done. Subconsciously his hand went to his pocket, where he felt the usual gum wrappers. Why did he just do that?
He glanced up. Everyone's eyes were on him, and some of the customers started to leave. The little barista was in shock.
He swallowed hard, then turned to look at his little group of warriors, ashamed. "Guys, I-" he gave an exasperated sigh, "I'm sorry. This wasn't what I had meant to happen. Half of our team is in Firestein's hand, an entire underground city is blown up, and Misty is M.I.A.." He glanced back at the spilled coffee and whispered, "because I wanted to be a hero." He spat.