Suddenly, Ocara no longer felt afraid or like he was about to break down, he felt a cold rage build up inside of him, the same rage he had felt on Palaven when the other recruits had ganged up on him, the same rage that he had felt when his 'superiors' had told him that he would be held responsible for the deaths of his squad, despite the fact that it was self defence, the same rage that he felt when he was on the ship, watching his beloved homeworld grow further and further away, knowing that he was now a fugitive and he could never return.
"I was trying to fucking help! Get of your fucking pedestal and see that!" yelled Ocara in response, he was past his breaking point now, here he was, trying to help Aegis and he was getting chewed out for it, this he would not stand for.
He wanted that to be it, he wanted that to be the end of his out burst, but it wasn't. The comment that Verhal had made about Lexi pushed him over the edge, pushed him so far that he did what was most probably the stupidest thing action he carried out.
He threw a punch at Verhal.