[For this Getaway sees his opportunity. A moment to make things a bit easier for himself. Maybe somewhere deep down the last remnants of a conscience tells him not to do it, but he goes forth anyway, his words flowing easily from his lips as his face takes on expression of horror.]

I'd never do that to you Tailgate! I thought I was doing the right thing, and I'm so sorry that put you in danger.

But you did it didn't you? That sort of means you completed the ritual doesn't it?

That would make us Conjunx now. Exciting.