"Frag!" Nightwalker hacked a cough and spat on the ground. Falcon saw that the dribble of saliva on the Amerindian’s lips was dark with blood. The big man leaned back against a wall, closed his eyes for a moment, his face haggard with exhaustion and pain. When he opened his eyes again they were feverishly bright, fixed on Falcon’s face. "You said ‘we’ a while ago," he began quietly. "We. You still want to help me?"