As the call disconnected and the hologram disappeared in front of him, Zion was left staring at the empty desk in front of him.
He sat there for minutes in absolute silence, his mind a total mess.
Finally, he leaned back in his chair.
"Fuck," he muttered, closing his eyes. "I feel sick."
After closing his eyes, the same memory kept repeating itself over and over. He even felt the exact same feeling from back then, as if he'd experienced it just a day ago.
The feeling from when he was held down by guards in a packed courtroom, completely powerless as his entire family was sentenced to death.
'I did it again,' he thought, nails digging into his palms. 'Another completely innocent person died because of me.'
It wasn't like when the Sovereignty fired at him regardless of whether others got hurt. No, this hit way deeper than that.
