Snap

All this time, I’ve been so concerned about the others endangering the crew, and here I am the one who has done it most of all. I’ve quite neatly redesigned the same ship systems I’ve so ardently defended…a sabotage yet undiscovered, but a betrayal that I hear humming in the wires. And now I’ve come close to ruining our next job, the heist we’ve been hired for in Target City.
I snapped, and it was nearly the sound of Kon shutting the door on all of us, or worse yet of him delivering bullets into each of our skulls (except probably Ice’s) before doing so. It is perhaps only by Caban’s good graces that we are not a man short on this crew I claim to protect so well.
If only I could say it was an accident, that I temporarily lost control, but I will not lie. It was a choice I made as certainly as I’ve made any other. Above the dinner-time din of the Sneak’s burbles and Caban’s laughter, Kon managed to look at me and simply crossed the line one too many times. As my brain comprehended the vulgar, barely intelligible suggestion, I leaned over and promptly broke his finger.

Moments plunged headlong into oblivion…Em hastily clattered beneath her chair, Caban stared, Ice started and lit up briefly before she glared, and Kon quickly refocused from pain to rage. I excused myself from the table.

The ship is calmer now, I’ve taken to avoiding Kon and most others for the time being. Caban has run over the logistics of the new heist with me several times, but has not been able to keep the wary look from his eyes long enough to assure me of forgiveness. Perhaps I deserve none. I am, as ever, unrepentant.