"Come on. It'd be easy. This shit...isn't your fight anyway. Be a whole lot easier just...letting go."

Oh he's not giving up now, not this close, and there's an almost eager gleam in his eye as he keeps bearing down. Oh, York gets close, the movement of his legs damn near bucking him off a few times, but straddled this high up on his waist? No cigar.

And as that blade edges closer, Felix bears in on that space between, closing off hope of escape. He's got him. He's fucking got him, of course he does, God but he's awesome.

"You just leave Locus to me."