Hearing the voice behind him, Dane twisted around to see the masked god there once again, holding out that strange vial. Some how, it made perfect sense to him, that the vial was the fix to this whole thing. He extended his hand, reaching for it, when he heard the other voice behind him. One that was far more familiar. He glanced over his own shoulder to see Schuldig there.
His gaze slipped from one to the other as the talked. And as they did, he began to doubt the validity of that small vial. He drew his hand back to himself slowly, his eyes fixed on the German behind him. Lies? Everyone in his life lied to him, why would this be any different?
But Schuldig seemed to not want him to take it. And the redhead had taken him in, apparently knowing what he was.
Dane’s fingers curled into a tight fist, until his knuckles turned white.
At last he fixed his gaze on Dimitri, unable to summon that false courage he relied upon for his smarmy arrogance. “What would you ask me to do?” he asked, hesitantly.
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