That's it?!

[His voice bursts out, practically yelling, angry to cover any sadness or shame that might be there. He's bubbling over, still restless from the failed battle for Elmer's world. And anger needs direction, so he's throwing it outward.]

We're just going to leave that world like that?! Destroyed and broken and desecrated?! We have to go back! Bring all the people here! We can save them, or go back in time and stop it all from happening, or something! Why are we just sitting here?!

In but one day an entire world falls and a friend is exposed as an unwitting pawn of the enemy.

[He tilts his head thoughtfully]

It would seem the United Earth was more capable than many gave them credit for. I have to admire their cunning. If things continue as they have been of late there may be no Initiative soon, no gathering of heroes to make a last stand against a global tyranny.

Fire and chaos is coming...

Where I hail from we would call it Ragnarok.

[And he smiles slightly]

Whatever shall the Initiative do to avoid such an ill fate?

[So here's the charming face of Ygritte. Except she doesn't look too pleased.]

So are you lot that thick to go off then? T'do their bidding and fight their wars? What's dead is dead, only we can't die. They've got us, and if you save a man, he'll just expect you t'save him again.

I feel for that world and them lands, I really do. [More than most, probably.]

But what are we t'them? Do they care what happens t'us? This United group, aye, they may be the ones t'exile'em and t'keep them down. But what are we but-- collateral damage? [See, look. This place is wearing off on her. She's actually learning.]

What cause have I? What cause do any of you have?

[Mahdi addresses the screen dressed in a red apron with his name embroidered on one side: a perhaps-obviously handmade gift from a friend. The apron and his face and bare arms are smudged with flour and a few streaks of chocolate.]

Um, does anyone want cookies? I made cookies.

[Around this time you may notice that pretty much every inch of the kitchen counter is covered with foil-wrapped paper plates.]

I made a few dozen.

And a pie. Maybe two pies.

Baking is how I vent stress sometimes, I guess, um...

I guarantee these cookies will make everyone feel a bit better! So let me know if you'd like a plate, I can drop it off with you. I'll probably be leaving some at the clinic too.


[OOC: Mahdi's cookies will, miraculously, give one a lingering sense of warmth and affection for a short time, due to his powers of emotional projection.]