Everyone always left. His loving mother, the father he was once proud of, and even that man. However by the third time, Yuriy wasn't surprised. After all it had all been about give and take. Yuriy knew he was being used for the Borg's benefits. Once he was deemed useless the outcome would be no different than all those who came before him. All he could trust was his own strength. At least that never betrayed him.

He would even crush his own team if they got in his way. In the end, they too were disposable garbage. There was the case of Boris who always followed his orders to the exact detail. He always stood along side Yuriy. A constant variable within his life. That's why Boris was left behind within the walls of Russia, when Yuriy went to re-challenge Kinomiya, Takao. Besides, it was only a matter of time when Boris would leave like all the others.

Yuriy was okay with that. He was used to it. However he didn't expect himself to return to Russia, with both defeat and no Wolborg in his hands. There was nothing left in the world for him now. Once more he was stripped of what he believed in, completely. He lacked the foothold he once had. His vision was growing dimmer and dimmer with each step.

In the end Volkov had the last laugh again. He didn't care about the Borg and yet...

"Yuriy," said redhead's tracks came to a halt. Past the door he opened awaited Boris. He smiled with his arms opened. "Welcome home."

"We missed you, captain." A new voice caused Yuriy's gaze to shift away from Boris. He finally took note of both Sergei and Ivan standing on either side of Boris, mirroring his expression. What was going on? Why were they here? Stepping forward, Yuriy remained silent. He could hear Boris softly laugh.

"You look tired. Let me get your bag, Yuriy." Boris moved in, about to take his luggage. Since when did he drop formalities? Yuriy didn't bother questioning it out loud. Once inside he sighed to himself. Pulling away from Boris' grasp, Yuriy shook his head.

Wordlessly he walked past his own teammates. Yuriy could feel their gaze on his back. Welcome home? Welcome home. Yeah, it was nice. A faint smile touched Yuriy's lips. Those idiots. What did they think they could gain by staying behind like that? As he walked away-for once his surrounding looked brighter.