There was no struggle as the Gelgoog came back to the hangar. Whatever moment of rage the younger ensign had felt had dissipated and now the suit was being dragged like a small child that had committed some wrong back to the Abyssal Fury and just like the silence that came from Garrou Romav didn't speak again there was no need to now. The Hizacks and the GM Quels were brought in first while the two hung in space and Romav thought back to his campaigns during the One Year War if you could call it that. He had been ignored for the better half of the war only to be thrown into the fray much like the cadets were on both sides. He would never admit it but to a degree he was thankful he never fought at A Baoa Qu or his soul would be burning in the darkness alongside theirs for eternity. Only the lucky survived that conflict.<br/><br/>The two suits entered the bay and the hangar's clamps took the Gelgoog from him and moved it away. His own Kämpfer was placed away and he watched the Captain seemingly wade with all his haste and go up to the Gelgoog's cockpit along with two MPs. Out of curiosity he engaged what little vision enhancement the Kämpfer he could peer somewhat into the scene just to see Captain Jaryk dismiss the MPs and to address him almost the way a father would, "Was that the look that Tyrius had given Jaryk at A Baoa Qu? The scared wild animal?" Or was it worse? Was the pilot in there not so much a man but a devil reveling in the carnage he had wrought.<br/><br/>The scene made perfect sense too, missing a leg, countless burns and pockmarks as if Garrou was wanting to be shot out of the sky just like the way Garrou had described the scene at A Baoa QU. He could only imagine what Tyrius actually looked like at the moment. The cockpit of the MS-18E popped open and he descended coolly downward. He wanted to be at peace from the scene and to figure out what exactly he was feeling. He was enraged over the loss of defenseless souls; of those that had not drank the propaganda and were pulling the strings. They were just clock punchers the same as the engineers on Axis or on most any other station. Still they were Titans and most importantly in their way and the encounter netted them additional mobile suits without the loss of Zeon life.<br/><br/>Looking about the hangar he wanted to be alone and left the hangar, "Lieutenant! Hey Lieutenant!" The cry came from behind as he left ignoring whoever it was that was behind him. He stopped in a hall between the hangar and his personal quarters and just stood silently brooding over the scene. He felt his pulse heighten  and his breath quicken. What was that bizarre pressure he felt? He'd hadn't felt one that intense before both from the blue Gelgoog and from the  GM Full Vernier that had engaged. He knew of the NewType sensations that come from being one of the gifted and he'd heard of those truly gifted but that wasn't him. He had just enough to make him different.<br/><br/>The waves that radiated from the young Ensign seemed to echo through the ship. He could feel the pilots anguish. He felt compelled to speak with the Captain now. To make amends and to beg forgiveness for being too weak to manage Garrou. It was as though the Captain was expecting him because in a few moments he was on the bridge again and the Captain seemed prepared for him. He explained the sentence to Romav for what he was going to do with the Ensign and finished his brief remarks with: "Do you think I was too lenient on him? Did you sense anything while you were out there?"<br/><br/>He thought deeply on it moreso in a fog than anything trying to find the right words.<br/><br/>"I haven't felt such a feeling of despair and anguish from another in. . . A long time.  He flew with a suicidal recklessness, to kill but also to die. He's a Newtype isn't he? I'd say yes, you were, put him on ice and let him cool off. We don't have that luxury now. . . And he can't afford that luxury. Whatever baggage he has needs to be burned off before we get planet side. . . Sir."