"It is of no consequence, in that I know precisely how long Yeul myself will be staying with you and the rest. No longer then it takes for Yeul to get her things, and say her goodbyes." Caius said to Winona, then looked straight ahead again.
"I could tolerate the frequent infighting where next to no regard is had for the safety of those in the same room. I could tolerate that those that guilty themselves of this are allowed to remain with only a warning. I could tolerate the bringing onboard a device which has been confirmed to be a source of trouble, and actively put the life of a person at risk. I could tolerate that undesirables were alowed in what is essentially a home, without propper screening. ...I could tolerate when my concerns about this were brushed off. I tolerated being told off when I discussed my concerns at the current situation..." As he listed his list of grievances, Caius balled his hands into fists, his walk speeding up, taking more agressive strides, and his tone of voice dropping.
"I can not tolerate being branded criminals by ascociation. It has been shown time and again that this is not a safe environment for my charge to be in, and this marks the limit of my tolerance. To here and no further. So yes, we are leaving, and yes, it is necessary." Having said this, Caius took a deep breath, his walk slowing down again as he began to regain his composure.
Yeul said nothing further, walking along in silence.
From his position, Sam watched the group heading back to the ship until a few meters were between him and them, then he began following. [color=edc393]"Things aren't going so well, huh?"[/color] He said to himself as he walked, his words muted by the helmet.