It was a joyless, disheartening return to the Aetherius, for Taylor at least, who sat alone in the armory, forearms dropped woefully to his knees as he stared at the ground. The rest of the security team, his team, though most weren’t on the mission, they had already heard the news about Nidel’s death, and they likely heard it from Saelian. It was still fresh on Taylor’s mind, wondering if it was indeed his fault, he’d occasionally look up at the others passing him, but they didn’t even look at him. Nidel was, the only one on the team who had been even friendly towards him, Rhoen wasn’t hostile by any means, but he seemed to keep his distance. He thought to himself, sticking his tongue in cheek before Rhoen walked by, the big giant giving him a light pat on the shoulder.