A loud eruption burst from Zero as he smashed his glass onto the floor, small fragments splattering across the pristine white tiles, the amber liquor seeping into the cracks. His disgusts of the others dress or lack thereof was silent till now unable to take it any longer. Standing up he brushed past his fellow crew almost scowling at the Naga duo as he went by. He reeked of booze as he passed making no effort to move out of others way and walking through those that didn't move out of his wake. Zero needed to get away from them, away from it all and he had just the place. Quickly making his way through the ships narrow passages he banged and pounded any surface he could throw a fist at venting the only way he knew how without a pipe or more booze.<br/><br/>Pulling back his robotic fist he let loose pausing the strike mere centimeters from the slightly ajarred door. Looking into the dark room a small sigh parted his lips, his hand unfolding from a fist of anger and reaching forward to slide the entrance open. It was simpler here in this part of the ship and he made sure it stayed that way. No sensors turned on the lights, nor slid the doors open at someone's presence in this room everything was done by hand. The only thing that tied the room to the rest of the ship was that pesky AI, but he hadn't seen her in his garden for a long time now... Not since their last exchange of words.<br/><br/>Here Zero was at peace nothing but him and his trees, each one different just like his crew members, each one bent a different way but they were all the same at the very core. Sitting down on the bench he held his head in his hands trying to catch his breath from the burst of rage that slowly faded once separating himself from the others.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"They're all gonna fuckin' die."</span>He muttered shaking his head and looking up to the trees as if expecting some sorta answer from them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"They aint ready.. They aint ready for what's gonna be out thar."</span>In his own way he cared, or at least the notion of caring was starting to bloom within his hardened heart. After all they were like one fucked up dysfunctional family , but he'd never admit it sober nor drunk. Reaching forward he picked up a small copper rod and twisted it around one of the branches that stuck out just a few inches to far for his taste. Gently he pulled the tiny little tree limb into its first step of on its way to change, a weak smiling curling at the side of his lips.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"They're gonna fuckin' die."</span>He repeated in almost a sorrowful way, that small smile extinguishing faster than it formed.<br/><br/>Resting his head against the sterile white wall, his eyes fluttering and he felt pull he'd been fighting off for days now. His long white hair draped over his face and sleep had finally reared its head to try and finally bring some peace to Zero's ravaged mind. The alcoholic tried to fight it but his vice betrayed him and only aided in the heavy feeling, his eyes now refusing to open. He muttered incoherent words about being woken when he was needed but no one could hear him in his sanctuary, no one but the AI.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>