She didn't need traitors, or cold feet people to be near her. She wanted a warrior, trusted friends she could depend upon. Again, she glanced at James and Rigo, who just came into the deck after everything ended, and envied him for having such a capable and trustworthy aid.
James walked in the deck, looking at the scared paled faces of everyone, especially those who were acquaintances with that traitor. He ignored them, as he would leave their fate into the hand of Dora.
He walked to her, as she sat on her chair, in front of the commanding unit, with the bald head of that traitor lying next to her. The scene was quite messy and bloody, but James knew this suited this girl very well, a girl who would find home in wars rather than in peace.
"It took you so long," Dora said, as she stood from the chair, covered in the traitor blood. "I thought you won't come on this day."