Jacinthe

He snaps when Orange draws his pistol, ever defiant of Versians and their warnings. He mirrors the Terran, but with all those injuries, Orange is slower.

He shoots.

The sound of the shot reverberating through the chamber is music to his ears, the Terran blood that flows is a masterpiece to his eyes. He has done it - he has eliminated the enemy. Or so he thinks.

Not just the Versians' enemy. His enemy.

No longer was the Princess Orange's. She was his, now.

No more Kaizuka Inaho to compete with, no more annoying Terrans who botched missions for a living.