Jersh entered his quarters and glanced at the lock, remembering that he had the codes changed shortly after they had returned from the mission. He had done it mostly to insure there were no surprises when he was trying to rest up. This was just a front however, he had done it for a variety of other reasons as well. He had not spoken to Saphira since the return from the mission, and frankly he was tired of her prissy-footing around the subject. He had made his point clear, he had shown where he stood just as any warrior would have. Due to circumstances however, she never responded to him and now refused to speak with him. Frankly it only served to piss Jersh off.

He got the distinct impression that she was playing around with his emotions, whether she knew it or not. He was getting pretty damned tired of her being unable to decide just what she wanted. He may be wrong, but she and Blackout both had lectured him on being buried in self pity. He wondered if Saphira was doing the exact same thing now. She was avoiding him, he knew that perfectly well. He had thrown down the gauntlet back in the ruins. He said he was willing to fight... and die for her, the question what whether or not his life meant anything to her.

He shook his head, telling him it was not self-pity he was feeling now. It was neglect from one that he had pledged his heart to many times. He grew angry again at the fact that she would make him suffer like this but sighed. He could bear it, but if she ever did talk to him again, he would not let her get off the hook about what she was doing to him now.