The cell door hisses shut behind you with a heavy clunk. The hallway lights flicker as the crewmate walks off, muttering something about “holding until Earth.” You’re left in silence. You glance across the small cell.

Purple is already leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, one foot pressed against the metal, his scowl sharper than ever. He doesn’t say anything. Just watch you like you’re the imposter in the room.

You: "Don’t look at me like that. I’m not the one who got us locked up."

Purple: "Yeah? Tell that to Mini Yellow. Your pet project doesn’t know how to point fingers right."

You scoff. The tension is thicker than the security doors outside. You pace a little, still buzzing with leftover adrenaline from the chaos on Polus. Your knuckles are bruised — you only now realize from punching ice during the Shapeshifter attack.

Purple: "You shouldn’t even be here."

You: "Funny. I was gonna say the same about you."

A beat of silence. The hum of the ship surrounds you. Somewhere distant, a vent hisses. Your heart stirs quietly beneath your skin — not anxious just... Feeling weird

Purple glances sideways at you, narrowing his eyes.

Purple: "You always this twitchy after a fight? Or is it something else?"