Johnny’s words did little to answer Drake’s question, but it was also pretty clear that Johnny saw things a bit differently. Saw them as ants.

Drake felt like an ant.

As Dawn appeared to help support his weight, he flinched involuntarily - he couldn’t help it. The boy no longer knew who was around him and was therefore much easier to startle. His heart had started to race in a panic up until she spoke, of which his eyes opened part way in realization. [color=#A2A2A2]“Dawn…”[/color] Out of all the people here, Drake trusted her the most. Time tended to do that out in the wastes, and with the two of them being some of the longest standing members, not even trust issues got in the way at this point. One hand released the beam and wrapped around her shoulders to make things a little easier. [color=#A2A2A2]“...Thank you.”[/color]

Silver eyes, now partially open, trailed around the yard and took in what he’d missed. Hel was up close and personal with the enemy which spiked deep concern. Toby was pointing a gun at the enemy, which made the boy uneasy. Eld Fen was… someone else, and was already calling the man ‘master’ which provoked… Well, not quite anger. This wasn’t Eld Fen, after all. Shock was more accurate, shock and confusion. Reith’s body was being carried off, completely unmoving and Drake’s stomach dropped as he faintly recalled what Johnny had said.

[color=#A2A2A2]”Reith… Is she…?”[/color] His voice was kept low, almost a whisper.

Johnny had spoke again, and this time to Dawn and… him, maybe. Things were a bit hazy, but Johnny had clearly said,”‘both of you.” It was possible he was talking to someone else though; Drake couldn’t be sure as his attention was wavering hard. However, one thing he knew for certain. 

He didn’t want to go anywhere near that beast.

The boy jumped at the explosion nearby, his breath catching. What was [i]that[/i]? A nuke? Did that freak just summon a fucking [i]nuke[/i]???

At this rate, Drake was shaking. Whether it was from weakness, stress, or fear, it was hard to say. Likely it was a combination of all three. His heart was certainly pounding in his neck as the looming threat of death stared them in the face. And with the null going on, who was to say he’d come back if he was struck down this time?

Johnny had given them his offer.

[color=A2A2A2]“Either way, you’re offering us slavery. Of different varieties, granted, but the intentions remain the same,”[/color] Drake commented, speaking loud enough for Johnny to hear. His eyes closed again, feeling too heavy to keep open. His breathing labored and he couldn’t really think straight, let alone make a choice… But he trusted Dawn. Whatever she decided on, he would follow suit.

And then someone had yelled for them to run. 

Knowing neither him nor Dawn would have any chance of a hasty retreat, he did the only thing he could think to do. Mustering the strength to lift them, Drake curled his large wings around the two of them almost instinctually and hoped for the best.