[ He grits his teeth at the tightening hold, eyes narrowing some as he struggles to keep them on Tyki. There's a cold chill running down his spine long before the other even makes his demands and when he does... everything stands still.
Stop seeing Kitty. That's about the worst thing anyone could ever do to him, short of murder, especially here where he has even less than back home. Still, this isn't about him. It's about her and them and everyone, and in the end it only comes down to one question: what would hurt her less?
He swallows, working his throat around the hard marble that seems to have lodged itself in his trachea. And then... ]