He shouldn't have, he knew it. Raising his voice at Serph and punching the fence would not accomplish anything toward their current goals.
He had trouble understanding this new layer of "feelings" over his logical being. Instead of focusing on tweaking his plans for the invasion of Ajna and the defeat of Varin Omega, his thoughts constantly whirled back to Lupa and, yes, his necessary death. He knew it full well. Such a fact would not have troubled him in the past. Why did it now? Why did heat swell up into him every time he thought of it, threatening to burst out of him, like it had just done. He did not comprehend. He only comprehended that he had to apologize to his leader.
Serph looked at him and nodded. It was both just enough and all encompassing. Like that simple, tiny gesture and that deep, tranquil gaze had taken in all of Gale, new and old, put it into one, simple word, and accepted—no—understood it. All of it.
Gale lightly touched his forehead with a finger and, somehow, felt a little better.
