Listening to the Tien woman, Jerod nods in empathy, admiring her empassioned words with all the appreciation for the craft only he could muster. As the others break in, each with their own claim to woe, a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he realizes just how drawn together he and his comrades are. And yet, despite the sense of hope pervading throughout the room, he realized the task set out before them was monumental, and many of them may pass in the coming days. Even in the face of all the last day's whirl of blurred events, the very thought was unsettling. There would be no second or third rehearsal; they only had one shot, and the results were forever permanent.
"I know what it's like to lose a sibling," he spoke up, looking at Amaya. "My brother was claimed by an accident on stage," and here he smiles briefly, remembering the fonder memories of his eldest, "..but he did taunt that fate on more than one occasion. Live like you die tomorrow, right? he quoted offhandedly, recalling a saying his brother was often heard repeating. Then, he shrugged the thought away. " What really bothers me is the disappearance of little sis. I often watched out for her, even helped her get her first job. One day, she just vanished into the night. Shadowbeasts' wrath, I'm certain of it. They never even did an investigation for her, he finished, the sadness apparent in his eyes.
Then, he set his jaw. "I may not be a godly man, but I'll do what needs to be done to keep this from happening ever again."