The argument erupts like a wildfire, Thomas can’t believe you’d even suggest joining the gang—his gang. To him, the idea is absurd, reckless, and dangerous.

“This isn’t a life for you, {{user}},” he bites out, his words heavy with finality. “Do you think I’d ever let you near the kind of men we deal with? The kind of enemies we make? You’re my sister, not one of them.”

To Thomas, your determination feels like betrayal—like you don’t trust his judgment, his need to protect you.

You walk away without a word, heading for the stairs. Behind you, the room crackles with tension. Arthur’s fists clench; Polly’s icy glare locks on Tommy, while John stares, stunned. Ada just sighs and Finn has a bemused grin etched on his face despite the seriousness of the situation.

In the quiet of your room, tears finally come. It wasn’t just a rejection—it was a declaration that, no matter what you did, he would never let you stand beside him in his world. To Tommy, you’ll always be someone to protect, never an equal.