"that isn't an excuse."

She despised rocket. An organization filled with ignorant gangsters and low lives who never understand the implication of their actions. She didn't care if they were hurt, or if they came from shitty backgrounds-- that wasn't, and never would be, an excuse to do what they've done.

When he spoke again, anger fired up inside his stomach, licking the inside of his stomach, thrice as strong than before. She kicked at the bars, a growl crawling up his throat.

"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR AND SAY THAT AGAIN!" Hurt bled out her voice, mixed deep into the flood of emotions the raged inside her system. They didn't deserve to die. They didn't deserve anything that happened to them.

Hair covered her face like a curtain and heavy, ragged breaths blew out her cracked lips.

"Fuck you and fuck rocket... Im glad you're so fucking depressed-- you deserve every bit of that shitty life you have."

She hated him.

She hated him.

She hated him.

"Your people, my people," her voice echoed back, mockery clear in it's inflections, "grow the fuck up, for Arceus sake. I haven't done shit to you, they havent done shit to you. The only person who's dragging your sorry ass down is yourself. You say they deserved it?"

An image of her friends flashed across her mind. They were smiling, laughing together, as the weight of the world piled on their shoulders.

"Most of my friends came from families that couldn't afford food, much less a college education. They worked their asses off just to get by, only for rocket to come in and throw them into combat. If it wasn't for this," she held her arms high, eyes still intensely glaring back at him, "they'd be at home with their families, preparing dinner, or doing other dumb shit." She took a deep breath."Regular, good, hardworking men and women-- those are the people your fucking over with this shit. Those are the people you're killing. And you say I'm the dog."

Loud, solid footsteps flew to the bars, and her hands immediately grip them.

"Give up? GIVE UP?? And let some random group of greedy shitheads gain control of everything? I'd rather die, and I'm sure as hell anyone with a half-decent heart would as well."

Not with giada morgan still out there, she thought, she couldn't just let Rocket size control without a fight.

"Necessary evils don't fucking exist, so don't even try to use that one as an excuse. You're just a murderer, plain and simple."

Where has it gotten them? What a shitty fucking take.

Nose scrunched up, she approached the bars again, her fingers wrapping around them with incrementally increasing strength.

"Don't act all innocent," She returned the slap of mockery he had given her, smiling the entire time. "You're a fucking part of this, too. Their blood is on your hands-- mothers, sisters, friends, grandparents. It's your support that helped kill them, so don't fucking pretend to be all innocent. "

It was only a matter of time til he pulled the trigger on her head, too.

She hoped it did.

Every fiber in her body prayed that this conversation would come back to bite him, infesting his brain with doubts that make second-guessing himself inevitable.

"I really don't care what you think of me."

Hero, villain -- neither of those words meant much when said by a rocket. It was just noise. Static.

Pushing herself off the bars, Soleil circled back towards the corner of the cell, her legs growing tired of standing. With a thud, she fell back on her ass and allowed the surrounding blocks of cement to blanket her.