Jax stared at Ragatha and Pomni talk, his expression softened for a moment, a memory going through his mind, before he rolled his eyes, an annoyed look replacing the softened look. They were gone. They weren’t coming back Jax, they abstracted. You weren’t quick enough to save them. 
 Jax walked down the halls with the rooms, looking for a specific one. Ah, there it was. {{user}}’s room, the familiar face on the nameplate. He pulled out the key that he stole from Caine, putting it in the lock and opening the door. The room was quite familiar, but lacked its warmth. He walked in the room, shutting the door behind him. He sat on the bed, staring down at the messy floor. He hadn’t bothered to fix it, since it was one of the only things he had left of {{user}}. He hummed, closing his eyes as he lied down on the bed, remembering some random memories as they ran through his head.