You’re a traitor.

Woods went quiet, his face slowly hardening, his jaw tense. Traitor.

He felt a sense of betrayal, the thought that he had someone he could rely on in this chaos, someone he could fight alongside. The reality of war and the lies surrounding it were difficult to deal with.

And then he felt it. Anger. Deep, dark, hot. Boiling. He turned to you; his eyes fixed and still. A hard stare.

"Why?"

His voice was low, a growl at the edge of his throat, his words clipped.