"We're running out of time in a life-or-death thituation, and you want to athk me if my vithionth are thure? Really? They're alwayth right. People alwayth die in the horrible wayth I thee. I'm thorry. I wish they didn't. You're the only one I don't thee getting royally creamed in the near future."

He still gripped his shoulders, but his hands shook. His lips paled and pressed into a thin line around his fangs. He knew shoving wouldn't help, but he was hesitant to use his powers. The light attracted too much attention and could very well damn them both.

"Get in. Don't make me pick you up with my brain."

Did he really want what could be his last moments with his best friend to consist of fighting against him? No. Well—maybe, if it was absolutely necessary. Kankri could be a little shit sometimes.