"I don't believe you."
She had been standing in his doorway, hands on her slim waist.
He glanced at her. "Why not?"
"I've been thinking it over. Cyclonis...wouldn't do that. We're too valuable to her."
"Ha! If you honestly think that, than you're naive. Blind." He takes his headgear and chest plating off. "We are nothing to her."
His clothing hung loosely, without the armor to hold it up. He looked more human. The sun's final rays had bathed the room in gold.
"But isn't going to the Storm Hawks an act of mutiny? Betrayal?" She stepped into the room.
"I did it once. I can do it again." He had gritted his teeth. "It's not just for me. It's for everyone else she plans to put into that contraption."
"Me, for example?" Her eyes flashed.
He sighed. "Yes, you."
He managed a thin smile.
The memory swirled. It dripped. He wandered through the lonesome halls of Cyclonia. He remembered, slowly, what had happened next...