Wing rolls over onto his knees, palms flat to ground as if trying to stabilize. "I know. I--he figured it out first. Managed to keep control. I don't know how long..." His optics shutter tight. "Days?"

He shakes his head, tips of the white finials almost scraping against the ground.

"It's hours before dawn. Anything could happen between now and then. Blurr--" His eyes fly wide as the full memory comes, he chokes, fingers digging into hard packed silt ground. "H-He's up to something. Fireworks and music he said. I couldn't...get anymore out of him."

More of the memories surface and he can't stem the flow. His hands shake as Wing sits back on his heels, slowly drawing one of the short swords. "I'm not safe and you know that." With a single heave, the weapon goes sailing off into the junk pile. He didn't feel safe with himself, much less with others, people he cared about.

"Watch me? And do what if something goes wrong?" He gives both Drift and Vandal a hard look. He hated it--but it was the truth. If he needed to be neutralized, however it had to happen, he didn't want either of them to take part.

The sword's mate appears and follows suit, light flashing off the blade as it disappears in the opposite direction.