"Take it, Wyatt." He said, the knife still held out even as he stepped through the gap in the grass that the man's spear had made, trying to minimize the automatic limp as much as possible.

"I will not give you any reason to take my life. I promise." He met his gaze and held it, assured. "They bent the rules to have me sent here. There's no reason they may not bend them again to have us leave as one."