“We had a mission,” Atlas insists. “We had to—” “You didn’t have to. You chose to. Shocking concept, but you chose to leave me and you chose to leave Orion.” I push a breath through my teeth. I’m not listening to their words, their pity-me eyes, or their crazy fucking pheromones. I’m listening to their actions. All that other shit lies. Actions don’t.
You tell them!
