Koehler sat for a minute inside the silent room, just thinking about things. Things like violence, things like emotions, and why we have those, and things like why he's here, and what got him here. Really, what got him here? That was a weird question indeed. He had a good synchronization rate, in simple terms. So he was conscripted, well, he signed up. He wanted some revenge for his sisters' death on the field. Was it really so simple, though?

Koehler stopped being like that other asshole in the team and stopped his thinking, coming out of the silent room, and heading for the barracks. He noticed Elora crying and running into the girls' rooms, and he shouted out, [color=fff200]"Elora, what happened? Are you okay?"[/color], thinking the worst.

Elora passed by Koehler as she ran inside and shut the door, locking it from the inside. She leaned against the door with her arms, and slid down, wrapping her arms around her legs. She was still shocked at what happened with Yeshua, but the worst part was that she was starting to expect stuff like that to happen; the blood, the hate, everything.

[color=8dc73f]"G-Go away! I'll just hurt you, like I hurt everyone else! Stukov, Ryan, and now Yeshua! I'm like a curse to you, so stay away!"[/color] Elora cried out.

Koehler stopped at the door, waiting. Elora could likely hear him breathing, thinking. What happened with Yeshua, he decided to ask first. As calmly as he could, [color=fff200]"Well... what happened to gothy Mcthinkyson?"[/color], an honest question. She really wasn't a curse... She didn't intentionally do anything. So what?.. in this kind of situation, of course people would die.

Elora breathed heavily as she tried to calm herself down. Right now she couldn't cause any harm to Koehler, being on the other side of the door, so she could talk to her. Whatever may happen next, Elora wanted that nobody else would get hurt.

[color=8dc73f]"Well, me and Yeshua were in the game room playing pool, and...he broke the pool cue. His hand was bleeding, I tried to bring him to the med-bay, but he just shouted at me, wanting me to leave. So...I did..."
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Koehler continued her sentence, [color=fff200]"Absolutely nothing wrong. He broke the damn thing, it's his fault. What, did he get angry at you? Why?"[/color]. That Yeshua fuck was getting on his nerves now. What the hell could Elora have possibly done to get him angry enough to break a pool cue?

[color=8dc73f]"Uhhh..."[/color] Elora hesitated with her words. Back in her orphanage tattletales were severely persecuted and mistreated, and Elora didn't want Yeshua to come after her for telling off on what he's done.

[color=8dc73f]"I...If Yeshua finds out, I'll be in trouble..."[/color]

[color=fff200]"If Yeshua does something I'll kick his pencilly, nerdy ass until he's as red as a tomato. What happened, exactly?"[/color]. Koehler loved the opportunity, honestly. That would've been fun. Of course, he'd get punished, but he's used to that by now.

Elora leaned her head against the door, and listened to her heartbeat, which picked up ever since she ran in there. Even if Yeshua were to punish her for being a loudmouth, she believed Koehler wouldn't let that slide, and would be there to defend her.

[color=8dc73f]"He said I'm weak...and that I don't deserve to be a pilot...that I don't even deserve to be here with you guys..."[/color]

Koehler then had a small epiphany. [color=fff200]"What were his words, exactly?"[/color], he asked. Maybe he's beginning to understand that weird piece of shit. Probably not though, and hell, he honestly doesn't want to. It'd make him feel bad for kicking his ass in the future.

Elora was quiet for a moment as she had to remember the exact words Yeshua used to hurt her, and it wasn't easy in the least. But somehow, she found Koehler's presence, even if he was on the other side of the door, soothing, helping her concentrate.

[color=8dc73f]"The last words he spoke were...I think, 'I don't want to deal with two catastrophies of human beings.'"[/color]

[color=fff200]"I see... anything that... how to say this... Eh, fuck it. Nevermind, I thought I had something going, seems like I don't. Why do people have to be so hard to read..."[/color], Koehler calmed down himself, now. He wondered if he should've been there. Perhaps he could've gained some valuable insight.

[color=fff200]"Are you okay, though? Aside from the obvious? Did he hurt you any?"[/color], he inquired, wanting to make absolutely sure Yeshua didn't do anything to anyone else.

[color=8dc73f]"He did throw a pool cue at me, but he only knocked my controller off my hands. Otherwise, no."[/color]

[color=fff200]"Well, think I should do something about that? ...And did you save your progress?"[/color], he put in, mostly as a sort of joke.

[color=8dc73f]"Autosaves. Really convenient feature in games today,"[/color] she said, and realized she was smiling again. Koehler really helped her sort her feelings of fear and nausea. [color=8dc73f]"Hey, Koehler...thank you for caring."[/color]

[color=fff200]"I'm always glad to help, R-..Elora."[/color]. What was he going to say? That little noise he made before Elora was cut off, but still noticeable.[color=fff200] "I.. I care for you very much. I'll see you soon, I'll try to help Yeshua, I guess. Might as well help that idiot. Stay here, scream if he comes in and does anything."[/color] Koehler mumbled something to himself as he walked off, wondering what he was going to say instead of Elora.

Elora heard the sound of Koehler's footstep distancing from the door, and she opened it to look at his departure. She sighed, fearing that Koehler may go overboard with his talk with Yeshua, but at this point it was too late for her to do anything about it. She wasn't the type to promote violence in any way. But one thing was clear; Koehler may be weird, but he's got his heart in the right place.