John was not pleased with my decision, as expected. He is exceptionally good at making me feel terrible about myself. Not that he’s necessarily wrong, but I believe I do a good enough job of guilting myself without the outside help.
He’s leaving anyway. As he was never paid as the first mate, he is demanding backpay in the form of one of the fighters. I agreed to hand over the Divine Rite. No one had any objections.
I ordered he remain confined to his quarters for the rest of our jump, until we arrive in Haven. I want to at least make a show of protecting the crew from him, even if I personally know he would not harm anyone without good cause.
Why must everything be so complicated.