When everyone else left the bridge, they would find steadily deepening impact- craters on the walls, with clear imprints from fists. Those leaving right after Aksai would be able to follow the steady crunching sounds of metal on metal and virulent swears in an unknown language. "RAAAGH!" with a bellow, the warrior plunged his final punch into the smooth metal wall, embedding it up to his wrist with a loud bang. Without pulling his fist from the wall, he placed his forehead on the wall. He stood there for a while, still and unmoving. "Aksai, you must protect them with your life." Mengsk's voice pulled his memory from the past "Watch over them, and don't let them die before you return to me." The memory of himself nodding and saying "Yes." haunted him now, as if mocking their situation since Gracia. He lifted his head from the wall, staring into the ceiling now and pulled his fist from the wall. "How do I protect them from themselves?" he asked out loud. He shook his head and grimaced, steeling himself to see these matters through, even in the face of the mounting challenges. He muttered something under his breath as he continued to walk away, towards the entrance of the ship. He would have to meet them all again, eventually. But for these precious few moments, he only had a flicker of hope as his companion.
