[Kaz has seen a lot of horrors in his life, ranging from festering boils on his own men to bombing survivors in his home country. He's seen his soldiers burning on their shattering home or being torn apart by horrific mindless creatures to young women detonating from bombs shoved inside of them. It does, unfortunately, add a bit of the ability to cope when he's presented with these situations. He's been there. He's seen the worst. Nothing about what this looks like surprises him.]
[But he's a red-blooded human being as well a seasoned soldier, and this? Looks like a slaughter. Whatever happened here was a nightmare for these people, each dying in horror. He hasn't seen a single death that looks merciful.]
[Scarf wrapped around his face, growing hair pulled back into a short messy ponytail, he creeps from room to room, peering in with a mirror stolen from an abandoned purse before entering. He looks around every nook and cranny. There's nothing of value in here for him. Nothing he can use to help the remaining crew of the Moira. Just more dead bodies tucked here and there, cut down in their path.]
[Yet another room awaits inspection and the person he's closest to gets motioned at.]
Let's check this one out.
[He isn't expecting they'll have much luck, but maybe they can notice more than he can. But as he stands there, his eyes unfortunately fall on a woman, face down on the floor, body sprawled.]
This was no way for these people to die. [A deeply painful sentiment, spoken from behind layers of fabric.]
☄ FLOOR FOUR OTA
[It is getting to be a bit much. Home feels further than it ever has before.]
[What has been driving Miller since the beginning is knowing what happens, what he has ahead of him. Sure, it was like being handed a cheat sheet, but it gave him a goal and a purpose and hope. The likes of which he'd lost after he discovered the truth about Zero's scheme (the one John inherited).]
[In his time as a part of the crew (a year? two years?) he's made peace with some enemies and come to better understand. He's lost people and found some again. He's pulled down some barriers he once built to protect himself and made others to take their place. He's weathered it all with every last ounce of strength he could muster.]
[This was supposed to be the end of their journey, and Venom assured him that they would find their way home. They would conquer any odd to return. Despite a desire for belief, faith, it's increasingly hard to come by. Now Miller is just tired of losing and tired of hoping. So he just sits in the nearest seat he can find and idly listens to the question and answer session as it goes on, watches technicians fuss, and feels largely useless.]
[An uncertain Mama nudges at his hands and Joy sits at dutiful attention, and Kaz's gaze turns down to their pale, attentive eyes.]
A little bit longer. That's all. [If he can't assure himself, he can assure her. He can scruff his fingers into her fur, and hope that it's not another disaster ahead of them when they pass through that gate.]
Kazuhira Miller
OTA | CW: MENTIONS OF TRAUMA AND GORE
[Kaz has seen a lot of horrors in his life, ranging from festering boils on his own men to bombing survivors in his home country. He's seen his soldiers burning on their shattering home or being torn apart by horrific mindless creatures to young women detonating from bombs shoved inside of them. It does, unfortunately, add a bit of the ability to cope when he's presented with these situations. He's been there. He's seen the worst. Nothing about what this looks like surprises him.]
[But he's a red-blooded human being as well a seasoned soldier, and this? Looks like a slaughter. Whatever happened here was a nightmare for these people, each dying in horror. He hasn't seen a single death that looks merciful.]
[Scarf wrapped around his face, growing hair pulled back into a short messy ponytail, he creeps from room to room, peering in with a mirror stolen from an abandoned purse before entering. He looks around every nook and cranny. There's nothing of value in here for him. Nothing he can use to help the remaining crew of the Moira. Just more dead bodies tucked here and there, cut down in their path.]
[Yet another room awaits inspection and the person he's closest to gets motioned at.]
Let's check this one out.
[He isn't expecting they'll have much luck, but maybe they can notice more than he can. But as he stands there, his eyes unfortunately fall on a woman, face down on the floor, body sprawled.]
This was no way for these people to die. [A deeply painful sentiment, spoken from behind layers of fabric.]
☄ FLOOR FOUR
OTA
[It is getting to be a bit much. Home feels further than it ever has before.]
[What has been driving Miller since the beginning is knowing what happens, what he has ahead of him. Sure, it was like being handed a cheat sheet, but it gave him a goal and a purpose and hope. The likes of which he'd lost after he discovered the truth about Zero's scheme (the one John inherited).]
[In his time as a part of the crew (a year? two years?) he's made peace with some enemies and come to better understand. He's lost people and found some again. He's pulled down some barriers he once built to protect himself and made others to take their place. He's weathered it all with every last ounce of strength he could muster.]
[This was supposed to be the end of their journey, and Venom assured him that they would find their way home. They would conquer any odd to return. Despite a desire for belief, faith, it's increasingly hard to come by. Now Miller is just tired of losing and tired of hoping. So he just sits in the nearest seat he can find and idly listens to the question and answer session as it goes on, watches technicians fuss, and feels largely useless.]
[An uncertain Mama nudges at his hands and Joy sits at dutiful attention, and Kaz's gaze turns down to their pale, attentive eyes.]
A little bit longer. That's all. [If he can't assure himself, he can assure her. He can scruff his fingers into her fur, and hope that it's not another disaster ahead of them when they pass through that gate.]