As much as Ves wanted to stay on the bridge of the Spirit of Bentheim and preside over the Larkinson Army's winning lap, his obligations as a patriarch and a mech designer compelled him to travel elsewhere.
"We're going on a trip, Lucky."
"Meow?"
Ves rose up from his seat and briskly left the bridge in the company of his cat and his honor guard.
Not many people were walking through the corridors at the moment. It did not take too much time for him to reach his personal workshop where a number of Living Sentinel mechs carefully put down the remains of an important expert mech onto the deck.
Unlike the Crossers who treated the remains brought back by their patriarch as proof of their victory, the Larkinsons who witnessed the retrieval of the scattered salvage all adopted sad or sympathetic expressions.
