Firefly Glen We'll be alright if you don't ask me to stay

Revui out!

An apologetic look creased Speedy's features as she slipped away from Revui, who felt a twist in his gut and soon there was a frown of confusion and subtle pain slipping across his face. He didn't understand what the chaos around him was all about; he didn't know why his father was so adamant that they split away from Speedy. Most of all, he didn't know why she rebuked him — fled from him, chose his father — and for a moment he lost what mental cohesion he still carried.

The sight of Speedy departing from him (and the void of cold that her body's absence presented) steeled his heart against the lot of them. He glared after her - glared to Charon, too - and though his sister spouted her own rebuttal he loosed a contentious rumble in the depths of his chest, lunging around Hydra and after Speedy as if to gather her to himself again.

It was a pointless gesture.

She was gone — her choice had been made. His rumbling died out as he heard Hydra's own orders, but the boy wasn't so keen on listening in that moment. He turned a sharp eye on Hydra as his warnings died away, and then lurched in the other direction — extricating himself before he do something truly damning.