Between Missions

It was the waiting that always got to him - that down time between moments of purpose where he felt almost lost, reminding himself of why he was still here.

I'm doing this for them, he'd tell himself, For Jani, and Marcus, and Kyle, and the rest of the New Haven Colony that didn't get out. This is for them.

That used to be enough to keep him going. Now, after over a year of fighting, he wasn't so sure. His insides were starting to feel as torn up as the right side of his face.

I'm doing this for them, he told himself once more.

That would have to be enough for now.