York pulled him and Tucker went, barely hearing him because he knew that voice. He knew it, and he knew--
No.
No way. Nu uh. No fucking way. He was fucking dead, Tucker had fucking killed him, had blown his psychotic, manipulative, traitorous ass off a fucking temple, an act that was wonderfully rewarding for everyone. It wasn't--it couldn't be--
His hand was shaking at his sides, the fingers twitching because seriously what the fuck. "Felix?" he whispered, and his grip was on his sword even if he kept the blade off; the light wouldn't help if they were trying to keep a cover.
But God, taking out Felix for a second time sounded damn good.
This was one of those rare times he wished he wasn't wearing a helmet just so he could start mouth as many curses as he could and York could understand them. Instead, he drew a question mark in the air and pointed back at them. What do we do now?!
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No.
No way. Nu uh. No fucking way. He was fucking dead, Tucker had fucking killed him, had blown his psychotic, manipulative, traitorous ass off a fucking temple, an act that was wonderfully rewarding for everyone. It wasn't--it couldn't be--
His hand was shaking at his sides, the fingers twitching because seriously what the fuck. "Felix?" he whispered, and his grip was on his sword even if he kept the blade off; the light wouldn't help if they were trying to keep a cover.
But God, taking out Felix for a second time sounded damn good.
This was one of those rare times he wished he wasn't wearing a helmet just so he could start mouth as many curses as he could and York could understand them. Instead, he drew a question mark in the air and pointed back at them. What do we do now?!