Nein

Raphael Saint entered into the aging chapel annex in a fluster. He began to look through the cupboards as if searching for something before he began shouting at no one in particular.

“Can’t commit?! Can’t commit?!”

He slammed a cupboard door.

“What the hell does that mean?!?”

He threw open the doors of the next cupboard, causing one of them to fall of its rotting hinges.

“What reason could she have not to be able to commit? I’m committed to her! All a commitment would be loyalty; being true to me and me only.”

His voice lowers to a growl.

“Is that where the problem lies?”

Not finding what he was looking for in the cupboard he moves to the next one, this time both doors coming off as he flings them open, the ancient pieces of wood flying across the room in opposite directions before splintering upon impact.

“I’ve done so much for her. Watched out for her. Kept secrets for her. Came to her aid. I spelt words in the sky for her! I went on an impossible task she asked me to undertake, and how does she respond? She changes. She changes and cancels the engagement because of it. She leaves me.”

He stops searching, his arms dropping to his sides.

“She left. Left me for the war and God knows what else. It’s her only concern now. Her next kill…”

He frowns heavily as he ponders his last line. After a moment he begins to look through the cupboard again, quickly, but not with the haste of his previous effort.

“She couldn’t even give me a reason for why she couldn’t continue the engagement. As if her involvement in the war stopped her from being loyal. From wanting to marry me.”

His countenance sours more, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

“Maybe she doesn’t anymore...”

He thinks back to their last encounter.

I’ll always love you.

He violently kicks one of the lower cabinet doors, sending his foot through it.

“Actions speak louder than words, Shalee!!”

He runs his fingers through his hair, almost pulling it out. He turns about and sits on the cabinet top, holding the top of his head with both hands, a stressed expression on his face.

“What’s going on?”

His exasperation reaches fever pitch as he dwells on the subject.

“I can’t even go out there myself!”

He stands up quickly and renews his search vigorously.

“Goddamn Concord!”

He wrenches a door off as he attempts to open it, finding nothing in the cupboard.

“They won’t even let me fly! She’s running away, and the goddamned space police are keeping me from following suit.”

His grip tightens as he thinks about the ships he lost as he attempted to “illegally” fly. He growls again.

“Goddammit.”

He angrily begins to search through the remaining cupboards in the long-abandoned chapel. He suddenly stops and looks upwards.

“I thought you got me last time, God, but you’ve outdone yourself.”

He frowns and looks back at the cupboards, continuing his search.

“You’ve outdone yourself, but I’m not quitting yet.”