War would kill off so many. He was prepared to die fighting the Federation, but until just that moment he had not considered that he was no longer the only person that he cared about.
Oh shit.
He had somehow got his emotions tangled up, and she was the cause of that. He cared about her far more than he would have liked to admit and he knew that that was dangerous.
He had to harden his heart because the truth of the matter was that they were likely going to die in some battle or another, and even before that happened, they might be separated by the battles that would, all too soon, rage across the universe. There would be safe zones, and he should stash her in one and pray he made it back to her alive.
Safe zones?
What safe zones?
Nowhere in the universe would be immune to what would happen when he and the others who were ready for war declared it. Innocents would die. The losses and casualties would be high, and the promise of a peaceful and free future aside, he had to reconcile that fact to the mission, and he had not done that yet.
He was an honorable man despite his criminal bent, and he knew it. It was honor that had triggered his anger toward the Federation. It was the Federation’s lack of honor that he hated the most, that and their enslavement of people who had every right to be free in the first place.
The Federation killed off those who would be free because for them, there were only two types of beings in the universe: the powerful and the weak. The Federation believed in upholding the ways of the former and subjugating the latter.
He would be free, or he would die.
But was he really willing to see her die too?
