"You know what I left behind, you think I give a fuck about a promotion?" Seren snaps back, honestly more agitated that Zhou Fei would even think that he was like that in the first place. It was something they bonded over - running to the Agency for their own reasons, leaving their respective homeworlds behind for their own reasons.

If he had any clues about what was going to happen at Tritan, he would've done something. Maybe he would've volunteered to go instead, or teach them all the same techniques that he had given his partner in order to make sure they survived in case of a leak or a suit malfunction. It's something he's thought about more than a few times since, and god it makes him ache thinking about it.

Seren's hands don't waver at least, but he shifts his aim toward Zhou Fei's legs. "Take one more step and I'll blow your kneecap off. Don't make me do this. Just stop and get on your knees, and I can take you back. We can work something out."