There was an awkward silence as for a few minutes, as they sat facing each other. Cali finally broke the stalemate by getting up out of her seat.
“I should go then.”
Reil was confused.
Cali headed back into her room, and began bundling up her half of their possessions.
“You don’t want me here, I won’t stay.”
Reil got up.
“What are you talking about?”
“You just told me that you wanted me to go. I’m going.” Cali called from inside the room.
“I said nothing of the sort!”
Cali poked her head out of the bedroom door with a glare.
“Oh really? Then what did you mean when you said you were going back to the Rebellion, and you wanted me to leave?”
Reil bit back his frustration.
“I didn’t say I wanted you to leave.”
“No.” Cali conceded as she returned to gathering her half of their luggage. “You just said you’re going back to the Rebellion, so you were going to stick me somewhere else.”
“I can’t keep you with me in the fleet. . .”
“I am not a pet to be kept!” Cali spat.
Outside the room Reil cringed. Smooth Zealos, real smooth.
“I didn’t mean. . . It’s just that you can’t come with me to the Rebellion.”
Cali emerged from the room with her clothes, and the bag of credits, and dumped them on a chair in the living room. Her fist was clenched in frustration, and spoke slowly.
“I don’t want to go to the Rebellion, Zealos.”
“Well what the frell do you want!?” Zealos kicked the chair in frustration, and then took a breath to calm down.
Cali looked at Reil, and he noticed her eyes were watering.
“You. I wanted to be with you.”
Reil opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it. He didn’t have anything to say to that. Cali took a deep breath, and regained her composure.
“But since you don’t want me around, I’ll just go somewhere else. I just need something to put my stuff in.”
Reil found his voice.
“That’s not fair Cali. . .”
Cali fixed Reil with a very cold stare.
“It’s not that I don’t want you around. . . I. . .” Reil stumbled over his words, “I do. I want to stay, I wish I could stay, but I have to go back. I have to go back to the Rebellion, and-”
“Stop! Just stop right there. You don’t have to go back to the rebellion. That’s a lie. And what’s worse is that it’s a lie for your benefit, not mine. You had a choice, between me and the Rebellion, and you didn’t choose me. And you know what? That’s fine, it’s your life; you do what you want. But what you don’t get to do is lie, and say you have to go back, and pretend like you didn’t make a choice. You chose, and you didn’t choose me.”
That pretty much ended the debate. Cali found a duffel bag of sorts, and began stuff clothes into it. She put on her coat and was almost to the door before the absurdity of situation caught up to Reil.
“Where are you going to go?”
“In town for starters, and I don’t know from there.”
Reil shook his head.
“It’s forty below out there, dark, we’re several kilometers out, and the snow is knee deep. You can’t go out in that.”
Cali remained defiant.
“I’m not staying here.”
Reil rubbed his temple.
“You’ve kinda got nowhere else to go.”
“I’ve got everywhere else to go! The only person I know for sure who doesn’t want me around is you, so I’m leaving!”
“Look, just stop all right? I will find you somewhere to stay, I don’t know, maybe set you with some kind of work, before I go. A factory, or a ranch or something.”
“I’m not going to hang around, and pretend like this didn’t happen, until you find a convenient time and place to dump me. I don’t need someone like you to find me someplace to stay; I’ll be just fine, on my own.”
Cali threw open the front door, and felt the icy wind tear right through her coat. Snow covered everything, and it was pitch black, except for where house lights on the road into town reflected off the snow. The sky was overcast, and Cali could barely make out the road. Cali stood in the doorway for a few more seconds, watched her breath mist in front of her, then shut the door. She round on Reil in fury.
“Don’t. Say. Anything.”
Cali shut herself in her room while Reil sat down and tried to feel less like scum.
Zealos Reil thought he was hot
so he left the sim-pod cold
on his eighth mission he got shot
and that's all there is to be told.
Draw your own conclusions rookies.