Valon looked up at the stars, trying to figure out away to explain his situation. He had come tonight with a job offer for Bram, but now anything he could say was worthless. He shook his head, “Bram, try to undertand this is all I have ever wanted. I’ll have my own ship, a crew…you can’t ask me to choose. Please.”

The half-Kaftirgian could see his friend had made his decision a long time ago, there would be no negotiating with Bram. He pulled his hand out of Bram’s grabbing his shoulders. “I cannot come with you Bram, I can’t. So if you have to leave, then do it! Don’t use our friendship to make me abandon everything that defines me!”

He stood suddenly, his clawed fingers digging into his palms causing them to bleed. Valon didn’t know what else to say…this was the end, of everything.