With it, the two were forced to part. Aiacos stepped back abruptly, taking some distance from the General, couldn’t hold himself from cursing out softly. He roughly wiped his mouth, trying to get rid all evidence of their interaction. Frustration was thick in his eyes as he looked at Sisyphus, but the General shook his head, and Aiacos understood it perfectly. It was not the time yet, to reveal what they thought they were feeling; they both were not ready and so were their friends.And so, with a deep frown on his face, the Judge stepped back further, as if was afraid that being neared the General would break whatever resolution he had inside him. While Sisyphus remained on his spot, willing himself to stand up straight, not giving himself up to the perplexity whirling around his mind. He breathed in lots of amount of air, fixing the red bandana around his head, and waited.Then, a moment later, Aspros appeared.