Chapter 77: Waiting Room Confrontation
The moment they stepped into their designated waiting room, Maverick’s voice cut through the tense silence.
"Amari!"
Amari barely had time to process before Maverick was in front of him, frustration burning in his eyes.
"What the hell was that?" Maverick demanded, his tone sharp, edged with something deeper—betrayal.
Amari frowned, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I’m talking about," Maverick shot back. "You had a choice. You could’ve saved me, but you didn’t. You saved Apollo instead."
Amari exhaled, already feeling the weight of the argument pressing in. "Maverick, calm down—"
"I don’t want to hear it!" Maverick snapped. "I was right there, Amari! I was falling, and you—" He shook his head, disbelief flickering across his face. "You picked Apollo over me."
Amari’s jaw tightened. "I thought the others could handle saving you."
Maverick let out a bitter laugh. "The others? Everyone else was occupied! You were the only one who could’ve helped me!" His voice dropped slightly, frustration giving way to something raw. "You had a choice. And you didn’t choose me."
Amari’s expression hardened. "I made a call in the moment. I wasn’t thinking about favorites, Maverick. I was thinking about survival."
"Survival?" Maverick scoffed. "You think Apollo had a better chance than me?"