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Dark bags hung underneath Arton's otherwise cyrstal blue eyes as he stood off to the side. He all but glared towards the map of Osprey as Hien spoke, arms crossed and tucked close his chest. The normally light and playful energy around him had seemingly been replaced by a dark cloud as he barely made eye contact with anyone present at the meeting. The only sleep he had gotten that night was a couple hours where his body physically could not stay awake any longer from exhaustion. He lost count of how many times he had paced wall to wall in his room, fighting the desire to return to the airship's wreckage. It felt as thought he was being torn in two.

The information about a possible Valheim facility did break him out of his mood. A top secret base was bound to have a lot of information, right? His attention turned to Eve as she spoke and he couldn't agree more that something like that had to be destroyed, [i]after[/i] he found out what he wanted to know. What was tearing him apart was the fact he couldn't be sure Reisa was Furi. He wasn't sure about a lot after speaking with Eliane last night.

Arton thought about any questions he might have for Hien and it was tough to fight through the fog in his mind to find a reasonable one to ask [color=537DAE]"Looks like I'm going to have to spend the rest of the day adjusting my armor for the heat."[/color] He tried to say casually but a trace of annoyance underlined his words. It was an environment he had not little experience with and not a lot of time to experiment with configurations.