[And just like that, what little shred of hope he had of having the real Haine back was gone like so much smoke. Breath catching in his throat he pushes himself into a run, not even bothering with casting a glance over his shoulder to see how close the other really is. His muscles are already burning, worn out from the sprint earlier that morning, but the pain doesn't even register.
All he can think of is to escape. Find his way back to Helix. Now.]