We remember Piers telling you that the next time he sees you, you're under arrest, right?
Let's just play with the thought that he does see you again after more than a year has passed.
You're right in his line of sight, he's got his rifle aimed at you, you're standing in what used to be his fellow soldiers and he just hesitates.
Like your eyes lock. The eye contact is there. Present and accountable but you're carrying this mean look that forced old feelings to resurface in his mind. His heart was aching in his chest when he saw what you became — or rather what you went back to.
But you just glare and wait. Gun still in one hand and the knife in your other.
And yet he didn't move. Some part of you was even disappointed at his lack of actions.
So you did the only logical thing.
You shot a round at the pipe right by his side, watching as the cloud of whatever blew right in his face and made your escape not even a second later.
Let's just say, Piers hated that he could do nothing but stare.
And you? You cut your way through whatever you could find to keep your mind distracted from what was threatening to surface again.