It thankfully hadn't been too hard to find out what the hell the layout of The Pitt's territory was, exactly. He had already had a sort of head start thanks to the fact that Leroy had already inside the guts of the jungle territory in order to help break out Sam and Beck when they were held prisoner there. Now, Wormwood hoped to do the same thing, crossing slowly and stealthily over the border that was carefully scented into the ground between the desert and the jungle within, his breath held tight within his lungs as he continued forward, towards where he knew his son was being held. Ever since Roy had been taken away, the fallen guardian angel had been a complete mess, desperately trying to keep himself occupied and failing over and over again in his goal of not staying focused on the fact that Roy wasn't there, beside him. Hell, V had even taken notice and asked him over for tea just so that the two of them could try and relax from their respective problems. It had been a nice momentary distraction, ans he cared greatly about V and her company, but even then he hadn't been able to take his mind off of Roy, and what possibly could've been happening to him while he was stuck within the Pitt, no doubt suffering. It hadn't even come to mind once that Roy might've been brainwashed by the Pitt considering his past history of forgetting things and getting fuzzy minded after traumatic events. Perhaps if Worm had been less worried he might've thought harder about it and been more worried about Roy forgetting him, but in all honesty he was just incredibly focused on the task ahead of him as he cut through the trees, having washed the scent of Tanglewood from his pelt, making sure that he couldn't easily be detected.

His wings tucked in close to his sides as he padded along, Worm found himself thinking back to the recent conversation he had with Leroy over what the territory of the Pitt had been like. Thankfully Leroy had simply thought that Worm was preparing himself for the coming battle against their rival group, rather than doing something as crazy as going after Roy on his own. After all, Beck had ended up taken because he had gone after Sam, so why would Wormwood think it would be different for him? Well, he thought it would be different because, unlike Beck, he wasn't just strolling straight into the camp yelling and making a fuss. Instead, the male was slowly making his way through the territory, a soft frown on his muzzle as he moved past a few of the Pittians that were too busy with their own tasks to bother with an unfamiliar face, eventually moving off to the side and into the shadows, where most of the slaves were kept away, doing work and going about their usual business. Worm's eyes slowly scanned over the small group for a long moment, the fur along his neck standing up and a grimace on his face just at the thought of a group keeping slaves at all. It was deplorable, and he was very glad they were finally going to fuck them up, and soon. He sighed and shook his head to clear it of off topic thoughts, his paws carrying him along and through the group quickly. Most of the slaves gave him no trouble, just averting their eyes and scooting away from the large intruder before they could get in trouble. He wanted to save more of them, but... that would have to wait for the raid. Right now the only person he could help was Roy, or so he thought.

Luckily for Wormwood, his son was out and about, seeming to be doing some kind of task for whoever had brought him here. He could see the sort of glazed over and dazed look to Roy's eyes, making him look tired and listless, but the guardsman simply figured that was because of being stuck in the Pitt. The male granted around for a moment, making sure that there was nobody else around or looking, before he urgently moved up to Roy, keeping his voice low as he rumbled urgently to the smaller tiger, his ears pinned down to his head as he spoke, "Roy! Roy, oh my god, I'm so glad that you're okay... and that it was so easy to find you. Come on, while nobody is looking, let's get the hell out of here and back to Tanglewood... I should be able to get you out fairly inconspicuously, and even if somebody sees us I'll just hold them off while you run, okay?" He didn't think for a moment that Roy would refuse his help or wouldn't remember him, just trying to get them out of the vicious desert dwelling group as quickly as possible. It wouldn't be that hard to do so, as long as they didn't run into Jervis, since Jervis was the only one that had ever really seen Wormwood up close. Bai Shi had too, technically, but only when the male was in his hellhound form, and he hadn't really been able to see him clearly since Worm had been attacking him.

Wormwood wasn't sure exactly what he had expected from Roy when he showed up here – tears, maybe? Definitely gratefulness, and relief that his father was here to take him back home – but it certainly wasn't this. The boy turned his gaze towards Worm, his eyes devoid of their usual light and soft curiosity, and replaced instead with just... darkness. His gaze made Wormwood recoil a bit, caught off guard by how unRoy it truly was, but what really made him freeze was the snarl that soon curled onto Roy's muzzle, the tiger's eyes narrowing in fury as he looked at his adoptive father. Worm's ears pinned down to his head in worry as soon as he saw the strange defensive rage that existed in Roy's eyes, and he opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly he had been raked right across the face. There was a burst of pain from claws ripping into the tender skin of his cheek, accompanied by the harsh burn of the flames curled around Roy's limb. The lion let out a loud roar of pain as he pulled his face back, his paws moving out to push Roy away from him, not using any claws but still finding himself pushing his son away so he wasn't injured anymore. He could feel many pairs of eyes focusing on him as a result of his roaring, and he lowered his voice, hissing out urgently as he stepped back, ready to bolt before someone other than a slave showed up, "Roy, what...? Why are you doing this? Roy, it's me, Wormwood! Listen, you need to come with me... Roy, please..." He sounded desperate, but that was because... well, he was. He was desperate for his son to be safe and back at home with him, without the guardsman constantly panicking because one of his loved ones was gone.

Looking at Roy and seeing... nothing. No recognition, no love, no respect or familial warmth... it was like a dagger in the heart for Wormwood, who could feel his legs faintly trembling beneath him. The angel stared for a long moment before he felt his wings droop down low, his gaze filling with pain as he heard the warning growl, and saw the rising flames. Roy had worked so hard to get those flames to go down before, and Wormwood had been so proud of him... it was just yet another wound in Wormwood's already wounded emotional state. Taking in a shaky breath, the guardsman closed his eyes for a moment before he rumbled, able to hear the soft footsteps of several Pittians approaching, probably coming to see what the commotion was, "Roy... I know that you're in there, deep down inside. This place has just done something to you... I promise, I'll be back. Tanglewood will be back... please stay safe." He was doubtful that any of his words were actually getting through to the young tiger, but he had to at least try. After all, he had been missing his son for so long, and now that he was finally with him again? Roy didn't even seem to remember him in the slightest, or care about him. Worm was sure that it was just something the Pittians had done to Roy, but... it still stung like a son of a bitch, and made Worm waver for a moment before he turned away from the threatening tiger.

No matter how much he wanted to stay and fight to somehow snap Roy out of it, he knew that it was no use. If he stayed right now, it would just end up with him getting captured and Roy possibly getting blamed and hurt, and Wormwood absolutely couldn't have that happening. It just meant that he would have to come back with everyone else in the raid, and then they could save the boy and make him realize where he was supposed to be. The Pittian footsteps were approaching even more rapidly as Wormwood stepped up on a nearby rock, looking back at Roy again for a long moment before he launched himself up into the air, flapping his wings to take off into the sky and back towards the swamp that Tanglewood resided in. He could hear the faint yelling of Pitt soldiers beneath him, but he ignored it, continuing to swoop and fly onwards. He could feel tears faintly stinging and crowding his eyes, but he shook them off, letting out a shaky breath as he flew through the air, forcing himself not to look back. There was nothing he could do for Roy yet, except leave.