His eyes dart between the scalpel and Shai’s face, which shows no sign of fear or remorse. It hits Tony then that this is really going to happen, that he’s really going to be sliced open, that his very skin is going to be torn from his body, that there will be no last-minute rescue. His father isn’t going to charge in and stop this, and the Knights aren’t going to be his saviors. He has to get out of here, has to get out, has to get out—
