[ there's a lump in his throat, as Kni and Eve both protest, struggling against him; their hearts are going so fast, but he holds tight to them in the darkness, barely illuminated by the Cross Punisher's glow. his phone is a light beacon in the dark when the call connects, and he breathes out slow, aching for a cigarette, but he has to have priorities.

he swallows the lump and raises his voice to be heard over the children as he clicks the phone over to speaker mode.

he rattles off the address of the delivery in a firm, steady tone. ]

Vergil and I were doin' our delivery. He and the kids were outside. Didn't see what happened. The kids were delivered to me by some sort of blue--manifestation. He was being pinned in by a group of men. [ ... and the firm, almost dispassionate report breaks a little as he licks his lips, sucks in a breath, digs his fingers into the edge of kni's shirt. ]

I don't know his current status. I ducked next to the delivery house inside of my closet space. I have the kids. I'm not coming out until at least one of you gets here and confirms it's you.

[ at least the kids can't see the way Wolfwood doesn't look at them when he speaks, acting like he can't hear their begging, eyes fixed on the space where his door manifests from. if Krusnik can break through--however the magic works, Wolfwood is going to be ready.

the Cross Punisher hums in anticipation. ]