Squeaky Clean

"It's really pathetic, your insistence of dying alone, for the 'good of many'," the voice of her captor sounded almost bored in Swan's mind. "Why not live to fight another day? What happened to not leaving people behind?"

The agent answered only by dignified silence.

"You always think you are so much better. More moral. Your conscience and your hands clean. But are they really? Isn't that just a little, tiny bit hypocritical and selfish? Why not give them a choice to die for you?"

The images that followed almost didn't let her notice the creak of ship boards underfoot.