10-29-2004, 10:56 PM
Releif swept over the arachnid at the news he recieved, though he did well to keep it hidden. They had made it. All of them. He was thankful that no one had been lost to their mission, thankful that they had survived. And yet, the knowledge that they had survived brought back the memory of those who had not. The spider's relief slowly melted away to remorse and anger as the faces of those they had lost flashed before him. And for what? They had risked their lives for a cause that was vain, for a leader who ignorant. That ignorance had costed them dearly, some more than others. His thoughts drifted over to Scott, silent yet loyal. He had the chance to go after him, to track him down, but he didn't. He second guessed himself, let doubt get the better of him. And because of it Scott paid the price. That price was too high. If he had gone after him, if he had acted, Scott may have been with them right now, sharing this moment with his friends. Now all that was left of him was another name added to his list of those he had lost, another memory, another regret.
Peter's eyes shifted to those around him. First to his recent allies. Though they had only known them for a short period of time, they had helped them do something that they had waited so long to do. They had helped them go home. His gaze then moved over to Tessa, thinking about the rest of the team. He been with them for since his first mission, through this entire ordeal. The thought that he would probably never see them again, never again fight by their side, gave birth to an awkward feeling that he couldn't describe. And though he would never show them, never tell them, or even admit it to himself, he was going to miss them.
But every begining had an end, and every end gave birth to a new begining. A begining that he had waited for for so long. He would be going home.
Peter's eyes shifted to those around him. First to his recent allies. Though they had only known them for a short period of time, they had helped them do something that they had waited so long to do. They had helped them go home. His gaze then moved over to Tessa, thinking about the rest of the team. He been with them for since his first mission, through this entire ordeal. The thought that he would probably never see them again, never again fight by their side, gave birth to an awkward feeling that he couldn't describe. And though he would never show them, never tell them, or even admit it to himself, he was going to miss them.
But every begining had an end, and every end gave birth to a new begining. A begining that he had waited for for so long. He would be going home.