It had been a stupid fight. Alan was taking a nap under the shade of one of the trees in the cell and Jaime had woken him up with a kick. Insults and hand signs were thrown, as usual. The words flew right over Kraussen's head who had become a master at ignoring them both. Then Alan said something about Jaime being hysterical and his hormones, and Jaime had punched him in response. He responded with something about Alan's mother, and was punched in return as well. Kraussen was breathing slowly, refusing to acknowledge the sounds and growls of the fight behind him. Human impulsivity and tendency to fall for obvious provocations were completely alien to him.

The fight had been stupid, yes. But, stupid or not, the second it had turned into his so called "guards" destroying one of his precious plants, it became something unforgivable.

"Stop! Stop it!" He yelled, but was ignored. Unable to approach them to separate them, he lost control. "I TOLD YOU TO STOP!"

Both humans flew to different sides of the lab. Telekinesis kept them pinned to the ground, as if crushed by an enormous gravity.

"What in the world is wrong with you?! How DARE you break one of my specimens?! Do you have any idea how invaluable these are?!” Lights flickered. Chairs, tables, the bed and even the walls trembled. A siren started blasting an alarm as the weight on both men threatened to break their bones. "I came here because I had no choice, but don’t think for A SECOND that I obey you out of fear!" Kraussen's eyes were of a shinning orange like the Sun. "If you get in the way of my research, I swear to all the stars above…!"

The door opened. Suddenly, half a dozen men with weapons pointed them at Kraussen.

"Step aside." An authoritarian voice was heard across the lab. "And release them." Kraussen looked at them, furious. The voice didn't waver, instead replying to his gaze: "Make me force you." These people… He knew. Logically speaking, he knew that it didn’t matter to them whether he succeeded in creating the plant he needed to save his world or not. That they couldn't understand how much this; these plants and these samples, truly meant. That they didn't care if a world they've never seen, which existence they wouldn't even know without him, died or not. And, logically speaking, it made no sense to get mad at people like these, that simply didn't understand. To let his anger and impulses win.

But perhaps Kraussen had been living among humans for too long, because his impulses were making a very compelling case inside him.

The doctor lifted his telekinesis and both Alan and Jaime could breathe again. It wasn't worth it. Bullets could destroy more specimens, and he didn't need a setback when he was already on a tight deadline. In the end, the two guards left with the others, and he was left alone to clean the mess.

Alan and Jaime were both severely reprimanded by their superiors and got their salaries cut for the rest of the year (it was February). Kraussen didn't sleep well that night. Neither did Alan nor Jaime, who were forced to stand next to the door outside of the lab without a moment of rest for the entirety of it.

"Truce?" Alan offered in the middle of the darkness.

"Truce," Jaime answered back, and none of them spoke about that fight again.