Tyki shook his head wearily. "There's no point. They'll just make me change again when I get there." He wanted to get out of here so desperately that he could taste it, get out of here and go somewhere where he could be alone with Zechs and talk to him. He didn't care about clothes or potions or anything.

"Let's go." He glanced towards the kitchen briefly, worried about Hakuba and his hand, but then turned away again. Zechs was his priority, and Hakuba wasn't going to die from a broken hand. He could take care of himself, and Tyki would make it up to him later. Somehow.

Tyki turned and walked slowly towards the door.