Old Comrades

Soren whom was sent out to find Waka for a meeting the Rebels where having found himself walking the ruins of a place formerly known as St. Petersburg. He felt a spiritual pressure here even though he wasn't great at sensing it because of his lack of experience tracking people down he felt like he was getting closer to him. Soren having his white rosary in hand wore his usual attire of a dress shirt, black wool pea coat, black pants and shoes. Coming over a hill he saw Waka standing there tossing a cigarette into a canal and lighting another one.

Soren took off towards him catching up to him callling out his name Waka! Hey Waka wait up!

Soren stopping his run and walked towards him waved the smoke out of his face and spoke his voice being somewhat seriously yet still having the lofty carelessness it usually holds well the rebels are having a meeting and they wanted the few of us at the base to grab some people and I heard about you being here so yeah decided to take a look you know? Soren became quiet and checked out the ruined city for a few moment he grew depressed and he thought to himself Would the lives we ever knew be the same again?

Sighing he looked back over to Waka thinking we're they even strong enough to do anything against any enemies they encountered? Or would they be used for meager purposes such as this? Soren being in deep thought forgot about Waka standing there for a second.