[ Kahlil, for all his calm and cool demeanor in any other tense situation, struggles to force back a sharp, nervous laugh he feels bubbling up his throat when Jack reminds Rita that she loves him and is rewarded with another snarl. The foam coming out of her mouth doesn't help matters. He's not exactly thrilled when Jack puts himself between them, either - and again he struggles with the urge to grab his friend and pull him back, but stops himself.
It takes him a half second to realize that Jack is also speaking to him in that same soothing tone. The deadly sharp edge of the Gray Space between his fingers flickers with his indecision, then vanishes. Kahlil swallows, his posture relaxing - for an ushiri'im this is normally a deception used before striking. However, he's trying to trust Jack rather than his training. ]
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It takes him a half second to realize that Jack is also speaking to him in that same soothing tone. The deadly sharp edge of the Gray Space between his fingers flickers with his indecision, then vanishes. Kahlil swallows, his posture relaxing - for an ushiri'im this is normally a deception used before striking. However, he's trying to trust Jack rather than his training. ]
We're friends, Rita. [ he starts, slowly. ]
I won't hurt you. Or Jack.