Tord was tired, he was tired of crying. Here he was at 2 fucking am, crying his eyes out, alone. He missed his friends, he only had three visitors, he was lonely. After Tord got into Paul's car the day he abandoned his friends, he sat there sobbing in the back seat, Paul had to pull over to try and comfort his leader with Patryk helping him, before they continued to the Red Army's base. Ever since then, Tord had been an emotional mess, crying randomly and non-stop talking about his old friends, and their adventures. But it wasn't enough, he couldn't move one of his arms, it was useless and numb. No one knew how to fix him, they just watched in concern. Unlike most believe, the Red Army wasn't all that bad, sure everyone was a cold bastard who loved to kill things and cause trouble, but at least they looked out for everyone, especially their leader; Tord. But Tord was never like this, he had changed. Paul eventually grew tired of everyone just sitting back and waiting for Tord to be "normal again" they had to do something.
"Sir...? Are you alright?"
Tord looked up at Paul in tears, his face red from crying and his eyes were puffy and red, "W-What do you want..."
His Norwegian accent was always thicker when he was crying
"How may I help?" Paul walked over to his leader, "I want the pain to stop for you."
"I-I..." Tord was surprised by this behavior, Paul never seemed to care about anyone, "I want to see my friends again... I-I miss them... I miss Edd..."
Paul nodded, "Alright... I'll see what I can do..."
"R-really...?"
Paul only nodded again before leaving the confused leader alone again and sighed in relief as Patryk hurried over.
"Well?"
"What do we have on Edd, Tom, and Matt..."
"What do you mean...?"
"We need to find them or our leader won't be a leader."
