Prompt:
The first thing I do when I walk in
Is plan a way out for when shit gets bad
I've been looking for tears in the screen door
I've been waiting for another disaster
-"Passing Through The Screen Door" by The Wonder Years
Standing in the middle of his quarters, he looked around. He didn't like this. Not the accommodations exactly. After all, the quarters on Voyager were better than what he'd had on the Val Jean. Better than what any of them had on the Val Jean and the Val Jean had been a step up from how he had been living before joining the Maquis.
Despite the nice accommodations though, he felt trap. This ship was it. There was no where to go if things got bad. No allies to call upon for help. Probably not even an enemy ship that would be willing to consider working together in a bad situation like Voyager had. They were alone in a quadrant of alien worlds with a long trip ahead of them. There was no telling what would happen but they really had no choice but to venture forward.
That was what he didn't like - the lack of choices. Before, no matter what how bad the situation had been there had always been a choice to make. Even when the Cardassians were coming to invade his home, he'd had a choice - he could have stayed and let them kill him, stay and fight and probably end up dead in the process, or he could run. With the urging of his mother he had chosen to run.
Maybe that was what didn't sit well with him now - the fact that there was no way out. Voyager was their only means home. The choice to run had been taken away.
That was the bottom line - he was trapped on this ship with no options left to him.