Who: Judas Iscariot, Edward Sexby
What: Camping trip in the CES (which is an arctic setting wheee)
When: Wednesday night until... sometime? A couple days perhaps?
Where: The CES
Judas waited for his warden outside of his room, a small pack on his back, shoes on his feet, scarf around his neck, and his duster draped around him as usual. His figure was thinned, complexion pale, and in his mouth he had his second cigarette of the day already, hands shaking as he breathed in the smoke. It was one of the few things he could do to calm himself when his nightmares emptied his stomach and robbed him of a quiet, simple sleep.
The news he'd heard from Sylar didn't help him feel much better. Certainly, he didn't believe it but the possibility pulled at the back of his mind as he continued to burn through his cigarette. Iago had murdered Sylar, for reasons the Apostle couldn't quite fathom. He had thought the soldier to be so close to graduation, even despite their arguing and end of their relationship. But, Judas thought often of his former companion but as he stood, he tried to think otherwise, of something or someone else.