The longer Edwin was here, waiting, the more unbearable this was starting to become. The bridge felt a bit cramped, a suffocating feeling threatened to come over him, his heart racing, even though there was enough room for everyone. A small bit of relief came over him when it looked like things were about to happen.<br/><br/>Then, instead of just speaking where they were, everyone was taken into another room once the surviving pilots had gathered. A tense atmosphere lingered heavily over the entire room. It was like that every time the crew was summoned by the captain, he was use to it by now. He was sure everyone was use to it to some extent. But there was something that felt very different about this particular meeting.  This time, the tense atmosphere seemed amplified.<br/><br/>Naturally, this made the suffocating feeling a lot worse.<br/><br/>Edwin was finding himself to be extremely restless and unable to stay still on top of it all. He had not taken a seat, but instead stood leaned against one of the chairs with his arms folded over his chest, his expression showing a mixture of eagerness and exhaustion. His eyes continued to dart around the room, mostly gazing at the crew. He hoped that everyone had in fact made it back safely in spite of all of the risks. Yes, there were risks, but that did not mean it was impossible to survive. So many had been lost in this damned war, and there were sure to be more, that was how war was, it didn’t hurt to have a little bit of wishful thinking. Or was such a thing frowned upon these days?<br/><br/>“Fuck…” He murmured shortly after Angela, had her outburst, sighing heavily, feeling the need to break the silence. It took some amount of self-control to keep him from going ahead and punching something. “Just… fuck them…” The sooner they got this over with, the better. This was beginning to drive him mad, if that was even possible at this point. He might as well already be mad as far as he was concerned. Who kept their sanity during times of war? Certainly not him, that was for sure. Nonetheless, he knew that if he contained himself any longer, he would most likely be in the same boat as Angela, pacing the room. There didn’t need to be two people ready to tear something apart, or three or four for that matter.<br/><br/>He had only met Angela a few times in passing but he was well aware that she was not someone to cross on a bad day. Nobody needed to question why she was upset. Looking around, it was obvious that there was one person missing. Dren, the Nekan. He knew that Angela had a formed a fairly strong friendship during his stay here on the ship. That was really all he knew, however. He had not really spoken to him outside of a few things here and there in passing. But he could sympathize in a way; nobody wanted to lose friends. Everyone was tired of losing people, no matter if they were liked or not.<br/><br/>Edwin has always thought that Dren was just more trouble, and this event had not helped his suspicions any. But even he felt like there was a piece of him missing, not seeing him standing here with them.<br/><br/>On the other hand…<br/><br/>“It’s all their fault.” Edwin snarled, lashing out for the sake of releasing pent up energy. If the captain wished for them for vent, then so be it. “They lead them to us… Damned alien ships…” There was a lot more on his mind than just those few words. However, he found himself unable to speak. He ran a hand over his face and stared hard at the floor, seething.