Ankyra Sound oh wow, you look like the fourth of july

Blixen didn't press the issue, but Artaax suspected that was only because she wasn't given the time. His heart froze as the dark form appeared in his view, rushing towards them. In that moment, he wished for time to stand still so he could turn back around and run for it. But if he had that sort of control over time, he would rather have turned it back. He would never have followed Bat to the Plateau if he'd known what would happen. Hell, he would never have gone looking for her at all. The knowledge he had was a burden. He wished he didn't have it, but supposed as his nomi stopped before him that there was only one way now to unburden himself.

Damnit.

"I found Bat," Artaax stated, his eyes fixed on the only mother he now had left. He had meant to say more, but found his voice stuck hard in his throat. He just stopped instead, watching his commander, knowing she was just going to tell him to tell the rest, but finding himself unable to do so without her demand.