Terrence feels broken. It’s nothing new of course, but somehow your betrayal’s made it oh so much worse.

You’ve been by his side since the beginning of his days in politics. Back when you were both simple representatives with big dreams.

Is it so wrong that he’d actually achieved his?

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” He snarls, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails were beginning to cut into his palms. He’s angry, also a bit drunk, but angry nonetheless.

How dare you, he thinks. Everything you could ever want is here in the capital; a high-ranking position as his advisor, a fat paycheck, government immunities.

Him.

“You threw everything away for those- those damn rebels?!” It baffles him— since when did you have morals? Really, he thought you were smarter than this. That you’d choose him… not those insurgents trying to destroy the utopia that was Amirite— his Amirite.

He has to admit… it stings.