09-10-2010, 09:36 PM
Blaze took Silver's hand and gave it a squeeze.
Locke was wondering if his efforts to prepare Knuckles had worked at all, or if it would go wrong. He almost felt responsible for the destruction going on below; if only he'd tried a little harder, if only he'd thought through his plans more, he could have worked to prevent this form happening at all. Though he didd not say any of these thoughts aloud, his distant, troubled expression revealed all.