BUT THE LEVY WAS DRY ♕ open, tsunami cleanup

This felt like suicide.

Him? Lead the cleanup? Yes, he was responsible, but who knew how many people were pissed off or afraid of him after what he had done? For all he knew, even his own mother was scared of him. He felt like a monster.

Seeing the aftershock made him feel even worse. Parts of the territory was waterlogged, some places had dead fish, lost turtles and other devastated creatures of prey, and whatever vegetation had been there was mostly gone. But he had to do his best to fix what he had done with what he could.

"Ruiners, I am deeply sorry for what me and Elizabeth did," he began, begging for anyone around to heed his words outside the pyramids. "It was simply an accident of powers that got out of hand. It happens to the best of us, both of ours happen to be very bloody fucking strong, so from now on we won't be training together. I'm making sure of that shit, fucking hell." And after what had occurred, after he understood how well all that anger had been inside of that girl, well, he wasn't sure how to even approach the subject with her. He was beginning to get over his initial upset toward her over what had occurred, but truly, he no longer enjoyed training his powers with other people very much.

It was very clear to him that the magic their world contained was a dangerous subject that was not a toy to be played with or a knife to be sharpened; dangerously, it was a wildfire waiting to start.

He had learned that too late, and now he had to pay for it. "However, everyone, our current bloody state isn't exactly much better. We've got to fix some plants, rehome some prey and - if anyone can - get most of the water out. Nearby, I have been collecting for a day or so many buckets from the Trade Center -- don't worry, I paid for them in lumber. We'll use these to transport dirt, animals, and water. I've also sorted out a collection of potted plants and seeds, so don't be afraid to use those, either.

"Remember, I can't fix my mistakes alone. If I would, I could." Lifting a nearby pond next to him already, he raised a brow, breathed, closed his eyes and slowly lifted the body of water, though the ground was still muddy. He was trying to keep his concentration, however, even if his accuracy still wasn't perfect. "Let's all get to work, okay?" he shouted calmly, beginning to head off with his water in the direction of the Nile.

The fact that many Ruiners did not know how to swim still irked him. Narrowing his eyes, though softening with guilt as he realized that they'd only really need to know because of him, he remarked, "Well, if anyone bloody listened to me teach, they'd know how to swim pretty goddamn well." He shook his head with a slight smile, though it was only for appearances. He didn't feel that chirpy, but at least he could feel somewhat relieved Garrus hadn't been scarred by the monster he had become during the tsunami.

Thinking over everything, considering no one else had arrived yet, he pondered what Garrus could do, looking at the scars he had left on their new, sacred home. "Rehome as much prey as you can -- turtles, baby birds, mice and the like. Or, if you're a soft ol' bloke, put your arse to use and start planting seeds." He smirked genuinely now to his brother, recalling how he seemed to be "annoyed" at the nickname he had given him. It was nice to be able to relax around someone, for once.

However, without as many friends or family around now to keep him company, he was definitely growing more attached to his responsibilities as a result. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to pull an Amour and leave, but maybe he'd make his mind up on his own. He just needed time.