Keith felt Zebel's presence and tears formed in his eyes. The numbness was fading again as he tried to get up. He looked to her, his eyes hazy from way too much tranquilizer and his tears. His breathing was heavy and his body shook as he forced himself to his feet.<br/><br/>"i . . . i'm so . . . sorry . . . Zebel . . . i failed you . . ." He spoke in a whisper, his throat hoarse from all his shouting and roaring. He did his best to flex, his fatigued muscles pushing the darts out of his back and arms. The clinking of glass and metal didn't mean much, each dart was already empty. There was enough tranquilizer in his system to take out a mule team, the only reason he could stand was the adrenaline and sheer will power<br/><br/>"are . . . you hurt . . ." Keith asked, as he became more aware of what was around him.