He'd been prepared...at one level. Kagerou had told him, for one. And then he'd seen the video. But still. It was uncanny to be in the presence of yourself. Or rather what Drift thought was some twisted version of what Wing thought of him as. He thinks back to Luxord's card reading, the idea that Drift was too needy, too clingy, too demanding...creepy. And yeah. Here it was.

And here he was, still clinging to someone else.

He closes his eyes for a long moment.

And then moves, wriggling his way off Vandal's back. "Put me down, Vandal," he says, his voice strangely calm. "I'll handle this."

Right. He can't even handle his own body, the peaches he'd eaten suddenly turning sour and acid in his belly. But he could distract Wing, maybe. Buy her some time.