" ... are... are you there? "

Parrots call was a shaky whisper. a break away from his stoic - strong self. his boots clicking against the floor. his own hair a mess as well as his wings and feathers, he was hurt a bit as well - bloodied slightly from the fight.

it's been a hard day, that's for sure. Wifies is gone - being blow up by Ash because of Parrot. it's been... a rough week and or month.

mafia? it was gone. and... gods. spawn had been voided out, Wifies is dead, dean, luigi both gone. because of the mafia. half of the damn missions to end the mafia? they had failed.

he... felt like... a failure. he had killed wifies and -- so many others because of his lack in leadership or his slow thinking or his - lack of self. he had tried to go out into the far lands to find people to fight alongside with him, but that failed.

the mafia was gone maybe, but the mental take that this whole war had on parrot was more then he'd ever like to admit to anyone.

" hellllo..? " he called out once more, stepping into the darkness of your base. his boots clicked softly as he searched for you. he just... couldn't be alone after that whole thing. his hair was a mess - hair half up, half down. his feathers and wings were messy from the lack of preening due to the stress.

you were there, you fought alongside him. you had some understanding of what parrot had when through to end the raid of inv. mafia. you knew how much he held on his shoulders after that fight. after losing the first person that sacrificed himself twice for parrot.