Neither women deserved to see their son beat down a bruised the way he was. How would they react to the massive scar that now marred his face? Would he ever be able to admit what he'd done to them, should he even consider it. As he stared off into the distance Tib continued to try and convince him back. He practically begged on their mother's part to see them again, to assure them that he was not dead. But the Bacchus they knew was gone. He'd been gone for a long time. "Really think about what you're doing" The Armada would heave a heavy sigh as his hackles fell and the sparks of anger left his fur. Tiburtius was fighting for their mothers.. for their family. Too much time had passed since his family had been his number one priority. "I envy you, Tib." He would confess quietly, turning his features only slightly towards the other Armada before turning to leave again. "I might find my way back." He'd offer finally, feeling even more so the need to be alone with his thoughts.
-exit bacc unless stopped-
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