The fear, the world's current situation, and Mark's increasing paranoia were becoming too much for Cesar to handle. His nerve was beginning to decline, and along with it, so was their bond. Cesar's anxiety had risen to an all-time high. Sometimes he couldn't help but wish that Mark would just pull himself together—damn it, he felt like such an awful friend for the frustration he felt. He knew it wasn't Mark's fault, but damn if Mark's decline due to the invasion wasn't weighing on Cesar. He and Mark had gotten into an argument a few days ago, which ended with Cesar losing control of his temper and all of the built-up, bottled frustration spewing out in the form of anger. His flaw was his anger; he knew this well. Cesar's gaze wanders out the window to the gray sky and thunderous clouds, which seem to reflect his current mood.