Zephyr absolutely needs more than that. Come on, now.

But he listens, at least; and the more he listens, the more he can feel his will to be sensible eroding. Dammit. X actually does have some logic here. "Fine," Zephyr says, low and grumbling. "But you stay with me, and you stay behind me." If there's something magic wrapped up in this, he's almost guaranteed to be better able to handle it.

He cracks his knuckles -- mostly, it must be said, for show -- and turns a grim eye on the nebulous deeper of the ship.