Neil looked both horrified and disgusted, eyes wide and lips have involuntarily parted. He should have expected the one thing to go wrong in this situation would, and now that it was here he didn't know what to do or say. He started to say 'what the fuck' to Junebug, and she could see the beginning of the W on his lips, before he stopped and shook his head. 

Saxon grumbled irritably. "What are [i]you[/i] doing-" 

Neil casually pulled out his revolver and pointed it at Saxon's head. "You're not going to speak. I don't want to hear one word out of you. If I hear you talk again, I'll kill you." He said, having never spoken so seriously in his life. "One more word. I don't care if you kill me. I will find a way to drag you to hell." 

The Hexanagallion wasn't necessarily frightened, but in all of his long years chasing Neil, he had never heard him like this. It surprised him enough to where he didn't immediately respond, and Neil holstered his revolver and looked to Junebug. Neil could feel the rage inside of him, broiling in the pit of his stomach. But something happened. There was a layer of apathy above it, and Junebug could see that he had been broken in a way. He had none of his heart, silliness, or even the hysterical anger that he should have been feeling out. 

He shook his head. "Is this what you want?" He asked her. "I won't stop you. But I aint taking this." The pilot seemed very far away. "I don't want any of it. I don't want Indra, the reward, the highlander." He backed up, breathing through flared nostrils. "I'm going to steal a ship and go back to ripping off mobs and fixing ventilation shafts on Ryloc. I can't! I CAN'T!" he made his way to the door, not caring if anyone outside questioned why he was in her chambers. But the door was sealed shut, and needing Junebug's voice command to open it. Likely because she didn't want anyone barging in on her and Saxon. 

There was likely no guards out, as it was their feasting time. But still, it was alarming that Neil punched and kicked the door impressively loudly. "Fucking open!" 

He still sounded done, but the door being closed made his actual rage surface. Maybe there was still some of him in there after all. 
[@Penny]