"They'll make you a wanted man!" If the narrative was going to spin as it seemed to be, Gabriel would be a traitor and there was no way that if he appeared again in the public eye that he would be given a fair trial, least of all in the face of public opinion. He could not stand for Reyes being painted as a traitor and a terrorist when the man had spent his entire life fighting against that very idea. "It will if they label you a traitor! Our government executes traitors!"
Of course his righteous anger, once stoked, would cause them both harm. He was too pumped on emotion and adrenaline to notice much at this point, and the weight of Gabe's arms around him kept him from really making a fight of it. He was so damn upset, even tuning out the holovid as he stared at the door as if opening it would burst open and he could run out without having to hurt Gabriel.
"It isn't a suicide mission if I can't die while you're alive," he snarled, curling his lip and not caring how much it flared pain through his wounds that were pulled. "I'll take them down with me and still end up walking away."
His hand flexed when Gabe managed to get a hold of his wrist, knuckles already bruising but the floor had suffered just as much. "Can't let them get away with this. I'm still Strike Commander," he hissed vehemently, flexing his fingers. "What kind of bond am I if I can't even protect you anymore? It was my entire job."
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Date: 2019-07-08 05:16 pm (UTC)Of course his righteous anger, once stoked, would cause them both harm. He was too pumped on emotion and adrenaline to notice much at this point, and the weight of Gabe's arms around him kept him from really making a fight of it. He was so damn upset, even tuning out the holovid as he stared at the door as if opening it would burst open and he could run out without having to hurt Gabriel.
"It isn't a suicide mission if I can't die while you're alive," he snarled, curling his lip and not caring how much it flared pain through his wounds that were pulled. "I'll take them down with me and still end up walking away."
His hand flexed when Gabe managed to get a hold of his wrist, knuckles already bruising but the floor had suffered just as much. "Can't let them get away with this. I'm still Strike Commander," he hissed vehemently, flexing his fingers. "What kind of bond am I if I can't even protect you anymore? It was my entire job."