Otto didn't want to hear this. It had to be lying. Why would Zac go so far as to try and get himself killed? Maybe Zac knew what they'd done was bad, after all. Everything Ripley and Zac said was just sugar coated white lies.
He flinched as Zac was dropped like a wet pile of paper towels. The vetela was much too close for his own comfort. It might wear Zac, or even jump Otto when his back was turned.
The small blond took careful steps toward them, his eyes flicking between both figures. His heartbeat was deafening in his ears. It was impossible not to let on that he was scared, even if he put on a brave face.
He was almost face to face now, not yet bending to retrieve Zac. He stared at the vetela, taking in every detail as if he was paralyzed. He peeled himself away, finally kneeling in front of the unconscious body of Zac. "I have a hard time believin' you had no choice." He murmured to the vetala, his voice a quiver of bravado. "You like what you do."
He held up Zac enough that the contact would be enough to transport them both. Slipping his hand around the hunter pendant, he uttered the magic words to take him to the infirmary on Deus.
