Surrender now… fight later?

Ezra chewed his lip thoughtfully as he strained against the bonds on his wrists. He glanced over at Morgan. His brows furrowed. She still hadn’t woken up. Just how hard had Severin struck her? Maybe it wasn’t as simple as that. Had he done something to her as well? Maybe he could use his powers to keep someone unconscious.

The door opened and Ezra tensed. He looked over as the visitor stepped into the room. “Master Johannes,” he breathed. He shivered slightly.

Keller frowned as he stepped over to Ezra. “I’m very disappointed in you, Ezra,” he said, folding his arms behind his back and leaning forward to look into Ezra’s eyes. “Very disappointed indeed.”

Ezra dropped his gaze. “I – I don’t know what to say,” he breathed. It was the truth. He had no idea what Keller would do, now that he’d gotten Ezra back. His eyes darted this way and that, as he tried to think of something – anything to say. He squeaked when Keller caught his chin and lifted it, so that Ezra was looking into his eyes again.

“You’re like a son to me, Ezra,” Keller said, cupping his cheek with surprising gentleness. “If you weren’t happy with your assignments, you could have told me.”

“I…” Ezra said, blinking. He couldn’t tell if Keller were serious or not. “I didn’t know what to do,” he said, his voice faint. “Montague ordered those people killed and then I was implicated and – and…” he trailed off. Blinking away tears, he said, “What was I supposed to do?”

“Poor little fox,” Keller said, hugging him gently. He smoothed circles into Ezra’s back and added, “You just got in over your head, didn’t you?”

Shivering, Ezra nodded. “M-Master Johannes,” he whispered, “Morgan…” he stopped when Keller cut the ropes binding his wrists.

“That woman’s an agent,” Keller said, easing Ezra back and looking into his eyes. For a moment, he just stared at Ezra. Then, he smiled. “Aw, has the fox found his vixen?”

A flush warmed Ezra’s cheeks. He really was getting tired of all these fox puns. “Y-yes,” he breathed. “I – I know she was an agent, Master Johannes, but – but I love her. Does that count for nothing?”

“Of course not,” Keller said, patting his cheek gently. He smiled. “Love counts for a great deal, my boy. You be good from now on and no one will hurt your little vixen.”

Ezra swallowed thickly and nodded. He didn’t doubt Keller for a moment. Unlike some people in his organization, you could take Keller at his word. The question was: just what would “being good” entail? Ezra cast a glance at Morgan, then, he looked back at Keller. “Yes, sir,” he said, his voice soft. “Just… tell me what you want me to do.”

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