Originally Posted by
Cyke
Zaofan stirs his stew, picks up a scoop, and plops it right back into the bowl again. He does this a couple more times before he begins to answer, starting with a heavy sigh. "You know, we weren't even that close. But I thought fondly of him. I was looking forward to seeing him after six months. We didn't always see eye-to-eye -- no pun intended -- but he was a fighter for justice, and I respect that. He was one of us. He doesn't deserve this fate."
He stirs again, then puts the bowl on the table. He removes his feet from the table back to the ground, leans forward, elbows on the table, and leans towards Parsley, his hands motioning about to frame each sentence. "But while losing him hurts, it also hurts that ... that I was duped by Sasheem. I thought we were tight. I liked him, too. I thought we got along well because we were friends! But the dishonesty, the cruelty, the sadism -- today, I lost two friends."
Finally, he leans back in his chair, defeated, resigned to that last fact. "Sasheem was unique. And I'd never been friends with a space cop before. But no, Sarada was right. I vouched for Sasheem when the others wanted to get rid of him. I stood up for him. And I was wrong. I guess... I guess I'm disappointed in myself, too."
Zaofan goes back to his bowl. He picks up a spoonful of stew, brings it up, and turns the spoon over, letting it drip down like heavy rain.
"In some ways, because I knew him longer, a part of me thought Sasheem was more of a brother-in-arms than I was with P-Sta."