<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The energy left Karra and she let herself sink the floor, drawing her knees up at Tom's words. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"If you can't understand how bad I felt for beating Tania and you even start to think that I may do something like that to you, then it is better we end it now. Because then Karra, then there will never be a foundation for our love,“</span> Tom said to her, and she became confused. Who had ever said she thought he didn't feel bad? Whoever said that she thought he would do that to her? <span style="color: #80BF00">"What?“</span> she asked astonished, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Why would you think that I would ever assume you would beat me like that? Of course I know you feel bad! You were hysterical. If you hadn't felt bad, then you wouldn't have been so emotional...“</span> Karra rubbed her face, leaning against the wall some. She deflated, her anger was gone once more and she was left feeling a deep sadness. She knew she was a bit ambitious, head strong, and stubborn. She knew she always tried to prove to everyone she wasn't weak, but there were plenty of reasons for that. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I'm sorry,“</span> she said simply, turning her face away to hide the shame she had. <span style="color: #80BF00">"I just...“</span> she paused, wondering if she should even tell him, wondering if it was even worth it. It certainly wasn't an excuse, but maybe it would explain her personality some, maybe it would help him understand. <span style="color: #80BF00">"I didn't transfer to piloting because I was tired of getting shot at...I know I always say that, but it isn't why...“</span> She heaved a heavy sigh, she couldn't just continue like this. She needed to make a decision. Either give him the whole truth or let them end it like he said. <span style="color: #80BF00">"I hate being called Kitten because when I was in the combat unit, I had a commander--was the one who started the nickname. Called me a kitten, called me <span style="font-style: italic">his</span> kitten. Told me I was weak and everyone else thought so too. I always fought harder than anyone else, and eventually it paid off--but it didn't matter...I was never strong enough, not against him. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry and I'll try harder not to be so bullheaded. I promise. I don't think you'd ever beat me, and I certainly don't think you'd ever be like him--“</span> he stopped talking, feeling like she said too much and not enough. She didn't know what else to say. She had told her biggest secret and it made her feel both very heavy and very relieved. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"It's not an excuse,“</span> she said firmly, <span style="color: #80BF00">"I should have been over it by now. It's been years, but sometimes I just feel like I need to prove myself. I know I am terrible to be around sometimes. I know my moods swing from left to right swiftly, but I will say one thing always remains constant no matter how pissed off or happy I am and that thing is that--I always love you. I don't want to fight you every step of the way, I don't want to make your life harder. I just forget myself sometimes. You're wrong about one thing though--I'm not self confident at all and I never try to be careful for a myriad of reasons and it's selfish. I had never considered the idea that you were afraid of losing me--or the thought that anyone was scared of losing me, because usually the idea of dying almost seems like a blessing.“</span></div>