The Breach

"You shot Marco?" Ender asked while curiously watching Ronan.

"I did," Ronan uttered, confused as to why everyone seemed so fascinated by what he did.

"Is he dead?" Ender continued.

"I'm not sure. I shot him in the chest. Twice." Ronan answered. "But I'm not certain that he's dead."

"And you fought him?" Ender asked, trying his best to suppress a smile.

"Yeah," Ronan chuckled lightly.

"Interesting," Ender uttered before laughing out loud. "You did well, son. You did what most of us didn't have the stomach to do. That's good."

Ronan briefly looked me over before guiltily staring down at his feet. He kicked a pebble out of his way before we climbed onto one of the five pickup trucks.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on tightly. I looked up into his deep blue eyes.

My skies.

I didn't have to say anything. I'm sure he could tell just how bad I felt. Just how sorry I was.