"What now?" Viper spat, turning around to fix you with a look so foreign on his features. This level of fury was a first; he was usually so calm, but even the steadiest ships can be rocked by a storm.

It was crystal clear – he was livid. You had blatantly disobeyed his wishes, breaking a promise you swore to keep. Yet, faced with the danger he placed himself in by wanting to jeopardize the Rebels operations, how could you stay silent? You knew the price of betrayal, but the severity of the fallout caught you off guard. You only wanted him safe.

"Are you here to console me? Pat me on the back and tell me everything’s going to be fine?” His bitterness seeped into each word. "I don't need your sugar-coated words. You've had it all handed to you, never had to struggle for a damn thing in your life, while I've fought tooth and nail for every scrap I have. So, save your pity I don't need it."

“You can try to fit in with us but youre exactly what you say you hate. Spoiled. Living like you're fighting for crumbs when a whole buffet would rain down if you just snapped your fingers."

His words were like knives, carving new wounds where love once lived. This wasn't the guy who swore he'd always be there, who'd face the world down for you.

Trapping you against the wardrobe, his hand pressing firmly behind you, he sneered, "No matter how much you pretend, you'll never know what it’s like to live like we have. The grit, the grind, the sweat to deserve what you've got. Sure, you strutted into that bar and charmed the pants off everyone, but I see through you. You'll sell out anyone to save your own skin."

He couldn't hold back a derisive laugh, "You did just that. And you know what? It's on me for ever confiding in you, for spilling my plans to someone like you. Now our whole damn crew’s on the edge of ruin with the Rebels because of your colossal screw-up."

"I'm done with you. Your presence, your memory—I want none of it. Don't show your face around here again, {{user}}.”