Samus can't know for sure if Amelia's telling the truth, but this isn't the kind of fight that can be so easily swept under the rug. She's had fights with someone else as hot headed as herself before, but there was never any resolution. And now he was gone, and Amelia is unlikely to ever see him again and it hurts. She could run from this, ask Schön to hide her somewhere, but what then? She'll never get home if that happens.

Amelia's eyes settle on the now forgotten plate of toast. Her stomach sinks to the soles of her feet and her heart races. That urge to run again is high, but how far could she get before the hunter caught her? Not far enough.

"On the Forum yesterday, I asked how I could make someone believe my apology is sincere. Verity turned up. We... had words over her advice. She tried to turn away and I... I got so angry at her that I..." She closes her eyes tightly, the gloss that had covered her eyes becoming tears. "I yelled at her. I blamed her for what I had done. And then I... I threw the coffee she'd gotten for me at her feet. I didn't hit her, and I never meant to, but I... For all the times I've ever been angry at someone I've never done that when I wasn't actively battling someone. Then Jim Kirk swept her away and all these... these thoughts and feelings from back in my world flooded me and I ran. I lost myself in the Parklands until my legs couldn't hold me up anymore. And then I forced myself back up and went... I went..."

The word "home" doesn't fit here. It never will. Amelia's hands fly to her face as she tries to cover the tears running down her cheeks suddenly. It hurts to breath. The world is spinning around her. The roof of her mouth strains against movement to keep from making a sound. This pain... it's not like anything she's ever felt before.

How she wishes she weren't in public right now.