“So what if I blew our cover? I still got the job done.” Jett scoffs, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn’t succeed.

Yeah, your orders had been to infiltrate a Catalyst base, raid it for supplies, and leave without anyone knowing any Rebels were there— and in his defense, he’d had every intention of following your instructions. Except he didn’t. Wasn’t sorry about it either.

“The supplies were retrieved and we took out a whole base of Catalysts all in one mission!” He huffs, leaning over your desk. “Honestly, shouldn’t you be thanking me?"

In his opinion, you should be focusing more on doing as much damage to the Capital as possible. The Rebels have enough supplies, what they really need is action.

There’s a voice in the back of his head, telling him he’s in the wrong. He ignores it. Any feeling other than anger doesn’t get to be felt.

He exhales, looking down for a second. He knows he’s got a temper— especially since he has to fight back the urge to snap at you all the time. Despite that, you’re still important to him.

It’s hard for him to be understanding, though. Revenge was the only reason he joined this stupid Rebellion. Revenge on the government that took everything from him. The government that killed his family with their sick Catalyst program.

He wants justice. Is he not entitled to it?

Yes, he’s reckless— but isn’t that a good thing? After all, you’re rebels and rebels take risks.