If there was anything more strangely nerve-wracking, Marz wouldn't have known what it was.

The dead silence of finally being sat in a room lined with bunk beds was undoubtedly a pleasant sensation to some, that much could be assumed— But after all this time, it more than out of place. Marz found himself anxiously tapping a foot on the floor, humming a soft tune to himself as his eyes squinted, staring down at the ground as though something interesting were rested there.

The most recent battle against the Aquilan force had been yet another resounding victory for the Antares Imperium, and now Marz had been given the chance to take inventory of his own head. It almost was frightening how much time he had with his own thoughts now.

However, he thankfully had a chance to brush aside his own internal dilemmas; the soft sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the room, a soft noise leaving him as his eyes glanced up within moments, falling upon you just as quickly.