He had never really had any extended relationship with General Masterson, and seeing the man around put him on edge.

If it weren't for him, then...

Then what?

His life would've been nothing but blissful ignorance; he would've been content to live and die and kill in the gutter.

That world, dark, closed off, and reeking of blood, was like a permanent womb.

A place to which he had no need to return, nor any ability to.

General Masterson came onto the bridge during flight direction, walking up beside him as he oversaw the technicians work.

He did not speak, but William could feel his judgement.

... It was uncomfortable.