Fathom sits on the floor leaning on a cold wall, he closes his eyes and imagines himself and Indigo, holding and loving each other, suddenly his day dream was interrupted by a shout and more gun fire, he's at Pavlov's house in Stalingrad "More of them?" Fathom said taking his Mosin-Nagant "I-Im sorry, I'm so tired of killing, but i-it's okay because they invaded first, right?" Fathom aimed out a window his talons shaking as he grasps his Mosin-Nagant, tears almost run down his cheeks