hau now blue cow

He probably should have dragged his sorry ass back to Armada lands, but he hadn't exactly been in a great mindset. Blood loss will do that to you. And now he was stuck here, little comfort to feel his own blood growing cold even if it was happening in a place he'd once lived in. His parent's scent so old he couldn't find it at all. Not that he needed them, he had every reason to assume they were probably dead at this point anyways, they hadn't exactly been young when they'd been born. But maybe some part of him had been seeking some sort of instinctual comfort. Instead all he got was cold metal against a pretty mangled hind leg. Damn bear!

Haüyne drifted in and out of consciousness, jolting awake as a voice echoed around him. The Destruction man grimaced as he shifted himself slowly into a more upright position. "Here." He called out, unsure how helpful that would actually be, it was hard to tell how close or far anyone was with the way the metal walls distorted their voices. Still better than bleeding out alone, without even his siblings getting to learn what had happened to him. Besides he figured most murderers wouldn't be so eager to joke casually about their pass time, and then point it out.

"Haüyne Destruction"