A/N: And now I've finished writing this story's sequel, but haven't actually finished this story. XD Oops.
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A thick fog of mistrust still hung around the boy, at odds with his loose stance. He had every right to be wary - we were adversaries, after all. I had been trying to kill him moments before and now I was telling him my life story. If that didn't constitute for insanity, then I didn't know what would. "Can you stop glaring at me like that?" I snapped. "It's hard enough for me to be pouring out the truth like this without you trying to stare a hole through my head."
He shuffled uncomfortably, a wry grin twisting his features. "Sorry. Force of habit." The air of wariness didn't leave. I rolled my eyes, realising this was probably the best I was going to get. I took a deep breath, plunging back into my memories.
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"I was with them for four years. Four years of fighting for our lives, for our rights. Four years of making sure we didn't trust the wrong people." I smiled sardonically. "That was one thing hammered into me more than anything else – to know who I could trust, and who I couldn't. They really should have practiced what they preached, and maybe they'd still be alive." I saw his hands curl into fists, his expression stony. "Oh, don't get so worked up," I spat, pointing at myself. "Evil, remember? That kind of brutality is needed if I want to survive." His posture didn't relax. If anything, he stiffened even more. I rolled my eyes up at the sky and kept on talking.
"I clashed with the team on a lot of things, but we mostly got along. Sometimes things were more serious than others, and I'd leave the ship for a couple of hours to just blow off some steam. Fly the old skimmer around, or go to an arcade if there was one on the terra, or just find somewhere quiet where I could reflect on what had gotten us so angry about whatever we arguing over in the first place.
"I remember the time that I was told that I would betray the Storm Hawks and join Cyclonia." I paused. "The arguments between me and the other Storm hawks were getting worse and worse over the years. Your father and I had gotten into another fight. I think it was about battle tactics, but I can't quite remember what it was. I took the old skimmer and flew away so I could calm down. We were at Atmosia – I knew the terra well, and had several places I could go if I wanted to get away from it all. There was a quiet park near where we had docked, so I went there. I vented my anger – I kicked a couple of trees – then I sat down on a nearby bench. That's when they came."