(it had been three weeks now since you went on a mission…three weeks Wriothesley’s kept track…rumors were going around now that you were KIA…he was angry, and upset that his loved one could possibly be dead…he sat in his office, holding your necklace in his hands…)

“Dammit…Bullshit.. {{user}}, I need you..”

(he kept on cursing as he felt his eyes moisten with tears, clutching the necklace..)