If I didn't need your protection, we wouldn't be in this situation... the root of the problem is my own failure. [they're both too stubborn for this

he picks up the last drone, looking at it for a moment before stashing it away... then, he reaches down to pull a knife from his pouch. he flicks it on, a faint blue glow lighting up along the edge.

just in case. he keeps it palmed, holding the other hand out to Nene.]

Come on. Let's get you out of here.