I WAS GONNA DIE YOUNG / return

[purgatory]

[align=center][div style="width:60%;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;text-transform:lowercase;word-spacing:-0.5px;"]Pain is good. So is grief and anger. Sorrow and misery were just as important as happiness and affection. Love and hate went hand and hand, an eternal tango for those who had the privilege to feel. Cronas could never understand the purpose of them as they often associate them with illogical actions and they often are. However, what they fail to understand is how necessary they are as well. How nothing will get done without the motivation, the desire to bring it to completion. The vision of the end-product spawn diligence and the desire to see it through. The task may be hard, borderline impossible but the burning determination blazing within the depths of the soul keeps the individual going. The anguish and pain brought by situations could very much break down anyone fighting to stay whole. The sadness and grief could turn the warmest hearts to stone as affectionate glances shift to something aloof or malicious. It was so easy to shroud yourself in darkness during times of great distress, albeit, getting out of it was a different story. But during these times are when an individual's colours really show as who they are as a person rises to the surface. Turning their misfortune into opportunities, using their anger as motivation, and acknowledging how they feel is normal is an amazing ability Cronas couldn't begin to comprehend. Both the mind and body grow stronger through struggle; more powerful and wise through experience. Although a possible drawback, being without emotions meant no personal growth, something a lot of individuals strive for, to be the better version of what they are. Although it may not seem like it now, Goldenluxury has become stronger.

If they were being honest, they didn't care what happened to her or how it happened as far as genuinely caring about someone went. However, they were curious about her situation and wounds. What was going through her mind right now? What emotions were stirring up within her? How was the rest of their crewmates going to react? Questions, questions. Approaching her on quiet paws, Cronas spoke. "Goldenluxury?" They echoed her name, their tone soft though lacked any emotion. Unnatrual light blue eyes stared into vivid green ones as their head tilted to the side for a moment, thinking of the best possible route to take. After a couple seconds of contemplating their next move, they took their position at her side. Nudging her with their shoulder, they encouraged her to lean against them. "Rest easy," they said quietly. "Goldenluxuary is safe now." They could feel her body trembling against theirs, taking note of her avian companion who appeared glued to her side - a loyal companion. Cronas was probably one of the last people she was expecting to see and they wouldn't blame her for thinking such a way. They weren't close after all, just barely acquaintances. But being the first to arrive, she was going to have to take what she could get. The pale feline could fetch a medic for her, but considering their gait is rather slow and laid back, it was best they took the journey back to camp together.

Cronas wasn't good with rescue missions.