"Nah, man. Makes me his actual friend that he trusts cuz I treat him like a person and don't use him like a pawn." How's that for some perspective? Treating a people like a people turns out good for everyone involved. Who the fuck knew? York slips his own helmet back on and stands at the ready, same loose limbed and on the balls of his feet, more marbles glinting between his fingers. "Come on Felix. You gonna stand around or are you gonna do something?"

Like he's not bleeding already at a mildly alarming rate.