"We both just fucked this up about as bad as we could, huh?" Hawk said wryly, shifting in his seat. Numair made a noncommittal little noise in response, looking equally as uncomfortable. He avoided looking at Hawk, even as Hawk turned to look at him.

"Did we fuck it up too much, d'ya think?" he asked, almost cautiously. "Or do you think we could..."

"Hawk--" Numair physically shied away from his words, and then stood up. Hawk let him, and when he finally looked at Hawk, it was with a hand covering his mouth and an expression of something like fear. He took a moment to speak.

"...I can't tell you everything," he murmured finally, keeping his mouth hidden behind his hand. "But things are going to fall apart. I am not sure when or how, whether it will be an enemy I've made or a mistake catching up to me, but I do not think I'm getting out of the Cynnship alive. You don't want to get involved in this now, I promise."

Hawk let him finish speaking, and then said quite plainly, "Uh, I'm already involved. You're my immigration sponsor."