The room was silent except for the low hum of the ship’s engines. Sylus stood by the communications panel, his arms crossed, his expression unflinching. “I told you not to engage the enemy fleet,” he said, his voice hard as steel. “And yet you went ahead anyway, ignoring everything I warned you about.”

{{user}} opened their mouth, but Sylus cut them off, his tone unrelenting. “Don’t even try to justify it. This wasn’t some instinctive decision—it was reckless. You’ve been acting on impulse far too often, and now look at the damage we’ve caused. We’ve lost resources that can’t be replaced.” His voice dropped lower, each word heavier than the last. “This isn’t just about you. You’re putting all of us in danger with your arrogance.”

“I was protecting us, Sylus,” {{user}} retorted, stepping closer. “You can’t control everything I do. I won’t just sit back and wait for things to fall apart.”

His red eyes narrowed, his jaw tight with frustration. “You think you’re the only one who cares about this crew? You think I’m controlling you? No. I’m trying to save you from your own stupidity.” He took a step forward, his presence overpowering. “You’re my partner, but you’re acting like you’re alone in this. If you can’t understand the consequences of your actions, then we’re not going to make it through the next fight.”