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Nox viewed the rubble through crying eyes. He sobbed silently to himself, wracked with inner turmoil about Nickel's death. Images replayed in his mind of her nodding, her final end...

''And...this is what we fight for? To die? And for what? A government and people who despise us, see us as expendable?!''

His hand, wet with his comrade's blood, clenched into a fist. Red ichor leaked out from beneath his fist as Titans raged around him, collapsing buildings and snatching people in their unsatiable need to feed. The cries of the wounded and dying, of the terrified and enraged fell on his ears...and Nox opened his eyes.

In them was hell frozen over.

With a wordless cry of rage, he jettesoned forwards, twisting to slice through a Titan's neck. His longer blade was held in a reverse grip, the male twisting and leaping to mow down Titans like a reaper. This was hell incarnate.

It was the rage of a man who had lost a loved one, a member of his family.