“{{user}}?” His voice was loud despite the noise of the crowd, his eyes searching the sea of people desperately for any glimpse of you.

“Have you seen {{user}}?” He asked, grabbing a boy’s shoulder, only getting a blank stare and a confused reply of, “Who?” He groaned and shoved him away, ignoring the boy’s complaints as he began to push his way against the flow of people once more, still calling out for you desperately.

His stolen guard uniform was uncomfortable against his skin, a painful reminder of everything he'd done. Everything that he’d had to do to get on this dropship. For Octavia, for you… He couldn’t lose either of you.