"I'm not gonna say no. Like I said, your life, man. I want you and Declan happy together, but that doesn't mean forcing you into a bubble," Mac shrugged, turning around and tapping a few controls.

"Triangulate on Declan's Ghost," the Warlock ordered his own Ghost, who bobbed in a small nod. Before long they were scooting along in the clouds, out of reach of any weapons but low enough to get the gist of the landscape.

"Does Big D know? He seems to think you're generally a pacifist."