Disclaimer: I don't own and I'm just borrowing. My first fiction in a very long time. Inspired by Luna-Kitsune-Blu's A Study of Character, chapter 6, "Stupid Mistakes."
This should probably be considered AU.
"You were better than Erol," she told him scathingly. "You could have been commander. You should have been commander. But you didn't have the drive. Couldn't put the thought of the people and the people's rights out of your head," she hissed. He didn't respond, not even a twitch of the tattooed skin above his eyes. The lack of response fueled her anger, pushing more venomous words out of her mouth.
"You were the best lieutenant the Baron ever had! You were his favorite, even, before you started getting all high and righteous on us! Did you even care what happened after you quit? Did you care that I cared?" She shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking. His head slid listlessly to the side, not looking at her.
"And then you started that so-called Underground, and had the gall to say you were doing it for me. I never wanted this! I never wanted them. I wanted to you stay, to become commander – to become the next leader even! But no, the people," she spat at him, enraged, "had to come first. Did you ever stop think you could have helped them once you'd made it? This whole rebellion was useless!" she raged, letting go of one shoulder to throw her arm out. He didn't move, didn't even blink.
"I didn't want it like this," she whispered suddenly, her mood swinging from enraged to regretful. She smoothed a hand down his face. "I hope you know that I didn't want it this way. I'm sorry, but I can't let you…" Gloved hands moved from his face down to his chest, covering the blaster burns located there.
"I hope you were proud of what you did, anyway," Ashelin told the corpse. "And watch – I'll help the people like you wanted me to. But first I need to help the Baron."
And with that, the red-headed Krimzon Guard let go of Torn's lifeless body, letting it slump against the Underground's table. She re-holstered her blaster, and with a final look at him, turned and sauntered out of the wreckage that had once been the resistance.
There was no response.