If his lapse was good for anything, at least the ship is no longer in danger of being ripped in two. He personally just feels that way.

The indifference slides onto her face just as his own snaps, expression nearly snarling as he moves into her space of his own volition this time. His fingers are still faintly alight, almost like a candle.

"You don't get to do that. You do not get to write off every single thing I have done since I was six as something to be turned into more propaganda. I lost everything. You are not the only one here who has."