[Dean catches himself from his over-correction, but he doesn't follow her; instead he digs in his heels, so to speak, where he comes to stand more solidly between Beatrix and Anya. He pants out a breath, his back on fire, and the glare he levels on her is the only expression he has left to him that won't end with him being eaten alive in this place. Beatrix makes it easy to make the decision he's made, much easier than if he'd walked into this room and found Jones or de Carabas standing over his warden.
His warden.
He shakes his head and doesn't advance.]
We're on the same page. Just skedaddle, Kiddo. And try not to graduate while you're at it.
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His warden.
He shakes his head and doesn't advance.]
We're on the same page. Just skedaddle, Kiddo. And try not to graduate while you're at it.