Colin
Something happened.
Something happened. Something bad. Something terrible.
Colin looks at the cracked ground, at the collapsed buildings, and he knows, without a doubt, that people died. Many, many people.
People died, and he didn't help.
He wasn't there. There wasn't anything he could have done.
He should have been there. He should have been faster, should have been better, if he had taken less breaks, spent less time exploring Capole and talking to Laude, if he had just…
They decide to walk toward Downtown, and check out the PRT headquarters. Hopefully, they can find some kind of records there, an inkling as to what happened.
They find PHQ first, embedded sideaway into the coast like a discarded toy, and Colin feels his stomach twist.
Assault might have survived that. Dauntless, too, maybe, if he was wearing his gear. But the unpowered staff, Triumph, Samantha, Robin, Hannah…
Colin isn't stupid. He… He knew, when he saw the state the city is in, he knew at least part of his team died.
Still. They are… They were his team. He hopes some of them survived. He hopes at least one of them survived.
He hopes Hannah survived.