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This chapter is short, and skips alot of time from the last chaper. Here, we begin with Caedmon busy with paperwork.

Many may ask why he would have paperwork while I say why not.

He IS the commander of the Silver Falcons, don't forget.

Anyways, for those of you unfamiliar with Caedmon, I suggest going to thelastremnant wiki an searching him. Especially his talks, as most of this story and my character assessment has to do with it.

Caedmon sat at his desk, scanning over a pile of reports.
He leaned back and cracked his neck, sighing.

How long had he been at this?
It was in that brief moment of rest that he noticed the lack of light in the room. Craning his neck, he caught the sight of the sun slowing disappearing below the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant shades of red and orange.
'It's this late already?' he thought while gazing at the sunset.
Deciding that he had done enough for the day, he began sorting out the piles somewhat in preparation to leave.
Out of habit, he looked towards the front door, ears moving about to catch a certain sound.

He was expecting Usa to show up with a bottle of wine, but…
His thoughts wandered back to the events that took place earlier that day.
Seeing her like that…
He shivered involuntarily.
'I'm getting too close to her.'
Usually, when realizing this, Caedmon got into the habit of distancing himself, but with Usa, he realized he didn't WANT was a good friend to him, one he wouldn't want to let go, but seeing as she is a mitra…
Shaking himself free of these thoughts, he walked towards the side door leading to his personal chambers.

Halfway through the door, he realized he forgot something, and made a quick grab for his discarded helmet.
Typically, Usa would remind him or hand him the helm herself, but seeing as she was currently unavailable, it was almost forgotten.
It was strange, to say the least, that he became so accustomed to her company, when she had joined the Silver Falcons just three years ago.
Equally strange was how close he had gotten to her, despite the fact that he did not know much about her.

The sovani busied himself with those thoughts as he removed his armor piece by piece and placed them on his armor stand.
Now clad in nothing but his undershirt and a pair of loose trousers, he made his way to his bathroom, where a tub of warm water awaited him.
He shed the remainder of his clothing and slowly lowered himself into the bath, hissing as the water stung his cuts.
While scrubbing, his thoughts couldn't help but to return to the day's events.
The attacks
The Conqueror
Usa
He closed his eyes, willing away the bone chilling image.
She was badly beaten, almost to the point of dying.
He remembered how her blood flowed from her many wounds, mixing with the sand at her feet.
'"Sir…I'm sorry…I couldn't stop him…"'
Her voice was so hoarse, sounding as if she had been screaming for a long time.
All this he remembered, but there was one thing that hit him the most.
It was the shame he saw in her eye.
She thought that she had failed them all.

Caedmon dragged a hand down his face and shook his head.
His emerald eyes suddenly shot open, remembering something.
It will be a close call, the medic had said. She may not survive the night.
'She may not survive...'

The sovani lifted himself from the tub hurriedly, drying himself with just as much urgency.
Once sufficiently dried, he threw on some clean clothes and silently, but swiftly, made his way to the infirmary.
He had to be sure.
He had to know if she was still alive.

And that's the end of this chapter. Sorry it sucks so bad. So,I am a very hungry writer. Mind clicking that review button? I'm about 10 pounds under weight.

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