Fine. Don't slow me down.

[Sion takes the syringe out, popping the cap off the needle and...]

[Turning and yanking on their joined wrists, plunging it into the exposed skin of Gara's arm. Because Gara's sleeve always opens just so. He's fast to depress the syringe, the antidote drained into Gara's bloodstream immediately. And he pulls the needle out and tosses the whole thing aside.]

Come on.

[Turning to walk.]