In all honesty? Don was telling the truth. They were allies, friends, but not that kind. Not that it could come across at all, given his completely irrational behavior at this point.

Don still saw what Bro was trying to do. The knife was knocked out of his hand, and he tried to grab the hoe. It only really helped a little; instead of going right into the center of his plastron, the hoe stabbed right into the off-center-right of his plastron.

Either way, he let out a gurgled gasp. Shell it all. Hoe did this jerk--