Donovan gave Dean a hefty smirk when his shadow suggested that Donovan had received what he deserved. He most certainly had -not-. He had -saved- the General, had saved them -all-, and in return, he had gotten tied up by the traitorous woman AND had been dissed by his shadow! What the hell!<br/><br/>"Yes, I -know- it was a good call - especially with you about to be... how did you put it?... Infested? Devoured? You're welcome." Part of Donovan had a sneaky suspicion that Dean would have -enjoyed- it, at least for awhile. But for the moment, Donovan went quiet, feeling quite powerless... and quite unappreciated. He still struggled, though, trying to use his natural strength to pull his hands free of the ropes Methuseld had bound them with, but the general appeared to have been quite thorough. Meanwhile, Dean didn't seem to be struggling much at all, much to Donovan's dismay.<br/><br/>When Dean started to talk again a few minutes later, he began by extolling the idea that the ship was shaping and forming itself based on the conscious of Dean, but also on the subconscious of Donovan. That could explain -some- of what he had seen on the way to the deck, especially the parts involved certain people...<br/><br/>"Bullshit," Donovan groused, straining again. "It was all darkness. If it had formed based off of any of -my- being, there would have been rainbows and unicorns in there somewhere, and I sure as shit didn't see either," he said sarcastically. "I get what you're saying, though, and I suppose...," he paused, straining again for a moment, "I suppose it could be true to some extent. Shit! I almost had it... I feel some of my power returning, the longer I'm awake..."<br/><br/>In truth, he had done exactly what Dean had suggested. Donovan had consciously 'reached out' to the area around them, seeking strands of light that he knew were there, but couldn't see. With a focus of will, some of those strands had reached him, infusing him slowly but surely.... which was fine with him, all he'd need was a little, just a bit to summon enough strength to break through the bonds.<br/><br/>Dean urged Donovan to shut up, and Donovan did just that, so he could focus the thimble-full of power he had collected as they talked, and with a surge that sapped all of it away - the ropes around his and Dean's hands strained and squeaked in protest - and then -popped- as they burst apart. Gasping, Donovan slouched over again groggily.<br/><br/>"Go...," Donovan urged. "Make sure they are.... safe...."<br/>