Katzs pistol rose as his eyes softened, perhaps Angie, perhaps. But this life, and these positions have to harden a person. Sometimes into making choices that arent going to make everyone happy, but are in their best interests.
I know you would be willing to fight for me, to die for me but the question is, would you be willing to do the same for the Cause? I wont allow you to join the SCRA if I think you were only doing so for me. He stepped back, looking across the bay to where the Social Credit sat, before it a marine was removing his uniform tunic, flexing his muscles, as a group of techies and officers were assembling to watch.
I want you to go home, but Boris wants you to stay here he gestured. I know you could beat him up and down this hangar bay, you put him down you go to your ship, and you leave. That is what I want I want you gone. So what is it you want, you beat Boris and go, or Boris kills you your choice.