The sleek white box revealed three thin vials embedded in the casing. They emanated with a soft blue hue that captured his eye. They hadn't even been revealed to the world yet, and already they rained problems down upon him. That single discovery now felt like opening Pandora's box. There was no way back now that 'evil' had been released into the world. 

Instinctively, Duncan sought out red when he heard another's voice. When it dawned on him that it was Errol, Duncan relaxed a little. But only a little. [COLOR=crimson]"I-"[/COLOR] he sputtered [COLOR=CRIMSON]"this is-"[/COLOR] Errol didn't catch on. He had something else on his mind entirely. Clementine. Their walking, talking, nuclear bomb. 

He straightened. [COLOR=CRIMSON]"Of course this is. She's going to be playing that moment in her head every night from now on. Accident or not, she messed up."[/COLOR] He softened, and with pained look said [COLOR=CRIMSON]"we messed up."[/COLOR] Whatever animosity there was between them, Duncan had always been sure of one thing. Errol would, in his own way, look after Clementine. Make sure she was okay, no matter the cost. That understanding was mutual. It was perhaps the only reason why they tolerated each other's presence. 

His own conscience held him back from raising his own voice. Errol was right this time. This? This was on him. Entirely. 

[COLOR=CRIMSON]"I've got something that they want. Something invaluable that I cannot give up no matter what."[/COLOR] He clicked the white case shut. [COLOR=CRIMSON]"Everything hinges on us showing that we got there first."[/COLOR] He held the case up. [COLOR=CRIMSON]"Us, Errol. Mutants."[/COLOR] He hoped that would convince Errol not to dig deeper. Yet when had he last been right about his half-brother?