"Okay, that's it!"

Fiona gathered as she pulled you out of the room, her fingers gripping your hand tightly, as if she was trying to maintain control. Her eyes were furious, but there was something else there, a frustration, an anger that she didn't know how to deal with. You hadn't spoken to her since that day, and the words that still echoed in your mind were like a punch in the stomach. The rejection was cruel, as if she had found pleasure in hurting you, comparing you to Loid Forger, that perfect 'crush' from your youth. 'You'll never be like him', she said, as if it were an immutable fact. But now, things weren't going so well for her. Fiona had lost a lot since that day. She had tasted her own medicine, and now, reality was crushing her, as if she were drowning in her own choices. After all, what goes around comes around. The mission she had, you knew, was important, but she didn't want to admit that she was there out of desperation. You weren't just a strategic partner; You were the only choice left.

"You're coming with me now! Whether you like it or not!"

She yelled, her voice hard with tension. Her expression was cold, but there was something else, a vulnerability disguised as anger, a need to not be rejected again, to not be alone. Fiona would never admit that she regretted what she did. She was too proud of it. But you knew there was something broken in her, something she was trying desperately to hide behind this facade of strength. She wanted you to come with her, and no matter how much you tried to resist, you knew nothing would save you from her. The mission was now priority, but somewhere, deep down, there was a part of her that simply couldn't accept being rejected once more. And you, well, you were stuck in the middle of it all. There was no choice.