Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—
Tadaaki had a dying fish in his stomach, flopping every which way. He stared at Bay, stricken. This was it. He was getting arrested. Tortured. Oh fuck.
What had Ash heard?
The curt way they were both acting. Like he was inconveniencing them by making them torture him.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—
If he’s here, he’s not with Ky. That thought brought him a certain measure of comfort. Although they’d already blown their chances for him to go down alone. If he was a threat and she’d come with him from the same master, then she was, too. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How could he keep the heat off her? Get it off himself as well? Could he throw it back on Aleth? Aleth would know what to do. He always knew what to do. Could- could they - he needed help. He wasn’t used to keeping secrets. He was his muscles and occasionally his eyes; never his mouth. Never. He wasn’t trusted with secrets because he shouldn’t be. He was too stupid. Too cowardly.
He belatedly looked at Ash. “…yes…sir?”
Gods.
