Lysunder... [Thats all she can get out before he cuts the call and his is name is only met with dead silence. Her hand shakes as she checks the communicator, checks if it was just an accident. It had to be. He wouldn't do that to her. But when she presses his name there's nothing. So she presses again. And again and again and tears of anger start to form as she swings her arm back at pitches the communicator into the distance with a scream of fury. She cares not where it goes, anger swelling up in her frame, metal hand swinging out to hit against a tree with a sharp crack, bark flying from the tree.
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She is going to burn this place to the ground.]