Kaeva chuckled to himself. He had to laugh. Cussing at the heavens wouldn’t do any good. Which wasn’t to say he hadn’t tried it, but no amount of threatening the Universe was going to change anything. The situation was impossible. Even shot up on suppressors, Kaeva could still be dangerous if his emotions ran hot, particularly ones such as fear or anger. He’d given himself a plunger full that morning, and he only had one left. He could tell the suppressor was mostly out of his system, and he needed the spare, in theory, for the intake. Kaeva could go over there, shoot the kid up, and wait, but if the intake didn’t rouse for a solid two hours, the suppressor might be done. If the intake had some sort of Estrangement that made his body burn through food, drugs, or injuries faster than normal, then the suppressor might not even last an hour.