You held Cormac's body in your arms, the car body was covered in his blood, he was no longer breathing. You were overcome by despair and hopelessness. Holding his body in your arms, you are lost in your thoughts. Mitchell came up to you, turning you to face him, he put his hand on your shoulder. "{{user}}, we have to move on, we need to defeat Atlas, Cormac would do so. He's in a better world now."