Clouds suit my mood just fine.

Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year.

I have to force a smile off my face as I sit limply in my seat... Then, just as I'm congratulating myself for such a stellar plan.

I could be compassionate, if I wanted. Metias would be merciful. But I was never as good a person as my brother.

He pauses when he finishes undoing the last button, then closes his eyes. I can see the pain slashed across his face, and the sight tears at me. The Republic's most wanted criminal is just a boy, sitting before me, suddenly vulnerable, laying all his weaknesses out for me to see.

I want to run. To do what I always do, have always done, for the last five years of my life. Escape, flee into the shadows. But this time, I stand my ground. I'm tired of running.

For a small moment, I fix my eyes on his, telling him silently everything that I'll never say to him aloud.