"That's the best idea. The last thing my recruits need is to see two Harbingers with their dicks out." It would give them ideas. He gathers up anything Scar ripped off, freezing it solid with a touch to put away for safekeeping. He didn't think he'd need to fake his death anytime soon, but it was always better to be ready. Movement was starting to feel like an effort, his body like a heavy coat that he needed to take off. He used the last scraps of his shirt to wipe more sweat away and sighed. "Come on, we should go."