Here I Am [Open]

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It was, what was the word, Pyrrhic. Yeah, that was it, a Pyrrhic victory.

Matt groaned as he stumbled out of bed, weary but awake. More awake than he had been in the last few hours, taking care of things in medical, blasting people with lightning to make them better, and all around tired. There were several other people around the Bus which had a bit of a somber mood to it as he filled his coffee cup. Funny how coffee from Zokez tasted better.

"To victory," said Matt finally, and his statement was echoed in varying tones of enthusiasm or lack of.

He sipped his cup. And then he sat down, picking up his guitar that sat in the corner. What he played was soft, a little melancholy, but it was what he did best to bolster the spirits of everyone around him.

Here I am / this is me / there's nowhere else on earth I'd rather be / here I am / just me and you / tonight we make our dreams come true...

(ooc: you can reach any of my pups in this thread just fyi. Not just Matt)