Uhm... Hi! I'm terribly sorry! I updated very long ago despite my promise. I have only one excuse. My muse seems to have ran away to escape the cold weather:) Anyway! This chapter is very short, but I'll have a ski break three weeks from now, and then I will continue the story! Disclaimer: See the previous chapters! When I wrote this, I was in a very bad mood because of one of my friends, I nearly felt the same way as Young.
Colonel Everett Young walked down the corridor back to his room happily. He didn't know what made him so happy, maybe his encounter with TJ? He couldn't find a rational explanation to what he did a few minutes ago. His thoughts about other things occupied his mind during the night but suddenly the fact that he had left Rush on that planet hit him so hardly that he had to lean to the wall of the corridor.
Somehow he made it to his room and after closing the door he fell down to his bed took heavy breathes to calm himself. How could you do that?! He wanted to shut up the little voice in his head but it continued accusing him. He didn't have any food or water with him! He will definitely die from hunger. Sorry, he will die before that from desiccation! What kind of man are you Everett Young?! Wait, don't answer! You're the worst kind of all! You don't even earn the right to call yourself human! How in hell can you still be the commander of this ship? You can't even control your emotions then how could you tell the people on this ship what to do?! They trusted you! And you betrayed them! You took away their one and only hope of ever getting home! How could you do this?!
He wanted to deny everything the voice said, to prove everything wrong! But he knew that every prosecution was, is and will be true. He didn't know what hell was like, but this torture he got from his conscience was at least equal to the torture the sinners got in hell. He hid his tears every time since he joined the Air Force, but now he let them flow freely down his cheeks. They were the tears of desperation, loneliness and guilt.
The night left him without sleep or answers for his questions. he got up and tried to get himself in shape, as for now, he was still the commander of Destiny and his men needed him. He washed his face and hid his pain, the he stood in frontof the door for a short time. Finally he found enough courage in himself to face the crew. With a heavy sigh he opened the door and stepped outside.
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