The Sentinels rot until the weeds are grown

This wouldn't have been a problem if my traitorous friend hadn't sided with those Redhawk bastards, he thought sourly in response, features twisting into a scowl for a second before falling back into his usual expression of mild annoyance. He shrugged again at her insightful comment. Where it had been freeing once, this lifestyle just seemed to bring more uncertainty with each passing week. He had been looking forward to staking his own claim, having a place he and his once allies could have ruled over. But now...nothing.

"I guess," he half-mumbled, looking from her gleaming eyes and over the ruined landscape, before just as quickly shooting back to her smirking features with a sceptical but quietly intrigued expression. "Opportunity?"