Now that the eldest son of House Nox had finally calmed down, he was starting to realize just how irrational he must've sounded earlier.
Killian could only rub a hand over his face as he sat there, silently reflecting on his actions.
To be fair, it wasn't like he'd thrown some sort of tantrum. Even then, he'd like to believe he'd remained relatively composed while making his case. Besides, he hadn't completely lost control the instant that prompt appeared announcing the exercise had been suspended because of those meddling terrorists.
In fact, considering everything, he and little Izzie had done remarkably well not to immediately bolt toward the dungeon space, enter through a certain redhead's door, and head straight for Caldris Minor-7 themselves!
Instead, Killian had calmly...
Or perhaps not so calmly...
