Shooting Star

[Keller]

Deep breath in, count to four and then release. It helped take some of the edge off and numb the frustration caused by both her arrogance and the fact that he just recollected painful memories for nothing. "Selim is a friend, I had my reasons for turning on him. I regret betraying his trust, not for doing what I believed to be the right thing. Though current circumstances have revealed even those intentions to be an error in judgement."

He paused himself momentarily, feeling the inevitability that he'd be more frustrated the more he spoke of this. But it wasn't as if his statement was going to complete itself. "Not to mention that the current status quo seems to think that the Zoners are these downtrodden innocents who've done no wrong all their lives. Completely disregarding the fact that not so long ago they played host to one of our main enemies and enabled the slaughter of our own pilots. But why would they have cared? Especially when it was my reputation suffering the damage every time one of the savages broke into New Moscow and butchered some hapless fool!" When he was mad he'd growl the words through his clenched teeth, this aggressive mannerism peaked as he uttered those last few words and quickly dissipated as the rest of his muscles tensed as if to carry all of it away from his jaw.

His restraints likely had to undergo the brunt of this dissatisfaction, and the tightness of it was only serving to agitate him further. Though he felt no need to comment about it directly, knowing all too well that she would only do something about that if she felt the need. She had still not even begun to discuss her intentions behind tabling that document, blabbering on about the tea she was enjoying instead, though it was likely as good as she described it to be.