Ceasura

'I had no choice.'

'Right.'

I stand facing the open window, with my back to him. A cool breeze flows in, a single bird looks at me. 'You unnecessarily endangered the mission. I could have you killed for this.'

He chuckles. 'If you wanted me dead, I would've been killed already.'

'You could be still,' I reply. I remain silent for a bit, studying the garden. 'This whole thing could've ended way worse than it did.'

'It could still.'

I turn around to face him. My eyes have to adjust to the room's darkness, but his anger is clearly visible. It's visible in the way he leans forward, in the way he clenches his jaw, in the way he forms a fist, to then, later on, release that tension. He fully believes himself to be right. I suppose I can't really blame him. His whole being is asking me to try him, to give him a reason to justify himself.

Well, let's humour him.