Bearclaw Valley a seal on the subject

The voices rose from places he had not yet tread, and many were not known to him. He should have felt something when he lifted his own voice to mix with the rest — some semblance of worry that maybe Hydra would hear him and recognize his betrayal, or pride in his ability to seek out what he needed rather than live beneath the weight of her control, something. He was empty, though. Serving himself up and aligning his commitment with this group of strangers had no effect upon his spirit - and so his raucous voice joined the mass, a rolling thunder within a storm.