"Do you have any intention on letting your executive officer in on what in the hell is going on?" She said, losing control of her frustrations.
Scott sat on one of the chairs, letting out a weary sigh. He had rehearsed how he was going to break this to her. He had prepared a long speech, mostly to convince himself rather than anyone else, but he decided to speak from his heart.
" Because, I just can't do it anymore Ro. The constant pressure, knowing every move is analysed and debated. Hell half the time I don't know if im going to get a knife in the back walking through my own ship.
It's too much. I never wanted a command of my own, It was me and Kawolsky, I was the XO, that was the agreement. I was never suited to running things by myself. "