[ The plea from the leader of Zenith to take care of himself first and foremost went unheard by Ernesto, but the request to help save as many citizens as possible from the head of Meridian did as well. Being unharmonized brings a number of downsides along with it, even if it does mean he gets to be a free agent beholden to no one.
It also means that in a fight for survival like this, he doesn't have any real allies either. There are people who will help him, and he's certainly been doing his own fair share of helping to the best of his abilities, but he doesn't have that handy, baked-in set of comrades who have a vested interest in his well being.
So the position he finds himself in now is a pretty tricky one. His tail hangs limply behind him, as numb and cold as his fingers and toes that have long since moved past the first red flush of frostbite into a more concerning, dulled gray color that makes them harder to move. It really had seemed like he was safe from the Blight when this had all started, no matter how many effected people he came into contact with, but all luck eventually runs out, huh?
He's slow to turn his head at the sound of his voice, ears too stiff to perk up like they usually would as well. Despite it all he still manages a smile as he holds up a discolored looking hand in a friendly wave at the woman approaching him. ]
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It also means that in a fight for survival like this, he doesn't have any real allies either. There are people who will help him, and he's certainly been doing his own fair share of helping to the best of his abilities, but he doesn't have that handy, baked-in set of comrades who have a vested interest in his well being.
So the position he finds himself in now is a pretty tricky one. His tail hangs limply behind him, as numb and cold as his fingers and toes that have long since moved past the first red flush of frostbite into a more concerning, dulled gray color that makes them harder to move. It really had seemed like he was safe from the Blight when this had all started, no matter how many effected people he came into contact with, but all luck eventually runs out, huh?
He's slow to turn his head at the sound of his voice, ears too stiff to perk up like they usually would as well. Despite it all he still manages a smile as he holds up a discolored looking hand in a friendly wave at the woman approaching him. ]
Not a great time to be out and about, Miss Misa.