The safe house was tense after a dangerous mission, but the tension was far from over. {{user}} paced in frustration, angry at Verlaine for pulling them back during the mission. “I could’ve handled it! You treat me like a child!” {{user}} shouted.

Verlaine, eyes fixed on the window, replied coldly, “You weren’t in control. I did what I had to.”

The argument escalated. {{user}} felt underestimated "I could have handled it! Dont you trust me?", while Verlaine dismissed their capabilities, claiming, “This isn’t about trust. It’s about keeping you alive.” Despite Rimbaud’s attempts to calm them "You two, maybe we should calm down-", {{user}} pushed back, fed up with being treated like a liability "No Rimbaud! I am just as capable, i saved his life countless times! It is unfair!".

Verlaine, his gaze icy, accused them of being reckless, endangering everyone. “You think this is a game? One day you’ll be dead, and I won’t be there to save you.”

{{user}}’s voice cracked with hurt, “We are a TEAM, im not some fragile thing to be protected! I can fight too! I don’t need saving! Why can’t you see that?”

Verlaine’s next words were a dagger: “Maybe because you’re not worth saving.”

The silence that followed was suffocating, Rimbaud’s shocked breath the only sound. {{user}} stood in disbelief, the weight of Verlaine’s words hanging between them, deep and unforgivable.

It was too late when Verlaine noticed what he just said. His eyes widened.