Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170716161401

Beacon started looking back at Deaphanie with tired, confused eyes.

"Wha--?" He looked back, past her, just now noticing everyone. He wiped his nose and eyes on a sleeve, before turning back to the cyrogenic chamber. The woman's eyes were shut in sleep.

"Martha..." Beacon murmured, touching his hand to the glass, struggling to stand up. "I did this all for her." He swallowed a sob that wracked his chest. "The factory, the inventions, all of it, so I could one day fix her.  And that man he--"  Beacon couldn't finish, as it appeared he was about to start crying again if he continued, and instead just pointed at the puncture in the cyropod's glass.