"—Zazi? What the," he coughs some more blood, "What the fuck, Morgan?!"

“Yeah I know,” she winces. “It was better than, than, I didn’t know it was going to be Legato himself, but. … There are some real fucked up people doing work for Knives, okay. Like, uh. Like me.”

"Yeah no fucking," cough, "shit. Oh here you are you little motherfucker," and he finally pulls the bullet out then throws it into the sewer water. "Explain while we're running."

“Yeah.” Off they go!

“So I did get out, but it was by. I mean when you’re dealing with a religious nut job the only thing to be done is, um. Go to God himself.”

"...you went to Nai. To flee Legato."

“No, I went to him to kill Legato, give me some fucking credit, man.”

"Of course, my bad. And Nai agreed to kill him in exchange for...?"

“… You.”

"Me. In exchange for me. To, what, deliver me to him?

"How the fuck did you even find us, Zazi too?"

“Right on both counts. Zazi, and then deliver you to him in February, safe and sound.”

"Why does he want that. Don't answer it he wants to lock me up so I stop getting in his way and can be convinced that humans suck. I know that humans suck, I have scars all over to prove it, I just don't want them to die of it!" He's not really talking to Morgan, here. "And Yvette?"

“I don’t… know, know, but.” She winces. “Zazi will keep their promises, but also. Uh. Wants… entertainment and novelty. Wants to poke the people and see what they do.”

"That's not giving me any—they took Yvette to Nai. FUCK." He kicks a wall hard enough to crack it. "FUCK." Another kick, another crack.

He covers his face with both hands. "Fuck..."

"Yeah. I. I think so. Um. So that's what I'm sorry about."

He starts moving. Fast.

"Morgan, it's with all my love that I say that I hope you realise that if anything happens to Yvette I'm going to—I'll—"

He just speeds up because fuck Morgan was trying her best and he can't blame her, not really, he's just, just...

"Yeah. Go ahead. After everything..." After Livio. "I wouldn't even mind. I can hold still if you'd like to just punch me, though."

Her voice has taken on a sort of dull sounding monotone.

He can get enough surface thoughts from this distance to guess.

"Later. Her car?"

"Fine, but we're not going to be able to get it without making a huge mess. It's not ours to take, you see. It's in impound, waiting for its real legal owner to come and get it."

Growl. "How much faster are they than birds. Birds are easier to steal."

"In... math and percentages?? Any faster?? But my plan was to just steal some birds."

"If planning a fucking heist will take less long than however much we gain from using the car then we should steal the car so yes fucking maths." He'd apologise for being snappish but however petty he's not zero angry at Morgan and he doesn't want to waste time feeling bad about that.

"Okay, well, you're going to need to be the one doing the math, because I certainly don't know how. We're, uh -- in a town called New Colorado, I've got a map, here..."

Map!

He takes a look—and then something occurs to him. "How much sleep do you need, and if the answer is 'more than zero' can you ride a bird while asleep?"

"A little better than human average, but my fancy tricks don't help much. I can sleep anywhere, but... birds also need to sleep, yeah?"