Yami glances back to April for a moment, making sure none of the Shades behind them have tried to attack her. Then he says, in a whisper he's almost certain only she can hear, "We have two options. We can stand and fight, or create a distraction and run like Hell. I won't decide which without your input." He pauses. "Though I have to advise that the former will likely get us killed."

Returning his attention to the Crawler, he asks, a whimsical note in his voice, "Responsible for what, specifically? This ambush? I am fairly certain I had nothing to do with the planning of it."

"You entered here. Trapped Us here," the Crawler answers. "You are responsible."

"And if I'd let You roam free, my country and people would have been destroyed," Yami answers, all trace of humour gone from his voice. "Possibly the rest of the world. You're a cancer, Crawler. Don't think I don't recognize that."

The Crawler chuckles. "We never doubted it for a moment, Per-a'a. It does not change the fact that you broke your ancestor's pact."