“Don’t be so stupid,” Vido scowled. They had never argued in their many years of knowing each other. Not like this. But gods, he was so annoyed by their stupid, headstrong, stubborn ways.

He dropped the datapad on the table with a little ‘clink,’ jabbing his finger against the screen.

“We’re not making enough money. Our men are going to defect, our partners are going to drop us -- at this rate, you can kiss the Blue Suns ass’ goodbye, you idiot!”

He rubbed his mouth with his palm, standing upright and turning away for a moment. He just stood there, trying to compose himself. Slowly, his shoulders fell.

“Aren’t you sick of this?” he muttered quietly. “Watching everyone else succeed and kick our asses in the mud?... Aren’t you sick of not having enough money? I didn’t start this gang to be fucking moral.”