Were it not for the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Aerrow would have been in utter agony as he stumbled down the hallway, limping on his left leg. The wounds had probably opened up again, but he didn't care. He had far more important things to focus on.
He took the stairs two at a time and, once he reached the top, threw the door open.
A chilling breeze swept across the rooftop as he saw the soldier who had been his guardian, for what could have been days, weeks or even months, standing at the railing and leaning over, silhouetted against the sunset.
"You wanna jump?" Aerrow asked as he took a step forward.
The Major didn't move, aside from the slight fluttering of his dark hair.
"Because if you do," said the Sky Knight, and he raised the stolen gun to aim at the soldier's head, "you're taking me with you."
His heart was still pounding out of his chest. He could barely feel anything anymore.
Not that he had felt very much for the past few days anyway.
"You don't want to do that," the Major told him. "You still have your whole life ahead of you-"
"Don't give me that bullshit," snapped Aerrow, and didn't even raise his voice. "All I want is information about my father. I know you know about him. How else would you have got this letter?"
He stepped closer and still the solider wouldn't move.
"I'll ask you one more time," he said, danger echoing in his quiet voice. "Did. You. Kill. My. Father?"