Snippet #2661376

Xander raised his head in defiance, crossing his arms across his chest as the other male got in his face, threatening him. As though it scared Xander, he was used to threats and attempts to be out-muscled. But it bothered him that everyone thought of him and Astrid as an extension of the Ark’s rules and standards. The truth was that Xander didn’t give a rat’s ass about the Ark’s rules and what the council and the “privileged” had stood for. He’d only been looking out for himself in joining the guard, the same way everyone else here had been. And Astrid…her father sent her here to die the same as everyone else. They were idiots to not see that.

“Fine,” Xander agreed, though begrudgingly. Maybe they shouldn’t go trekking off toward the mountain when the light would be dwindling soon. “Do whatever you want,” He said, waving his hands dismissively, his voice heavily implying that he didn’t agree with their plan.

“And I’m not a guard,” Xander said, although it was mostly to himself at this point. There was no point in being a guard on the ground, and definitely not with the absence of his father. To accentuate his point, he stripped the guard’s jacket off, throwing it into the dirt. Perhaps he’d regret the action later, but for now it felt good.

He had no other choice but to follow those who’d started to leave their landing spot, those that hated him. There was no way Xander was staying behind; he might have thrown off the jacket, but he was no less desiring of having control. Not of the entire group, but of the situation. He wasn’t going to be content not knowing what was out there. It was Earth after all.