He didn't know if it was the blood loss, or the gases they'd inhaled but he was barely staying upright, and the others weren't much better. Merlin, this had been a fucking mess; the damned Penduduk Di Luar bastard turning on them to try to save his fucking skin, and none of them could have planned for it, none of them could have reasonably seen it coming. The man had seemed utterly bloody genuine. Draco took some small comfort in the fact that Kiam lay dead on the floor, head blown off. Served him fucking right.