"I think Father would rather we NOT cut off his tail if we can avoid it." Trunks quipped, tilting his head again to look at her. "It'll attract plenty of attention, I'm sure. The current plan, is if he can't get control--I play distraction. I keep him busy and-or get him unconscious. I'd like a second there to help fill people in who come running, but also to help if I need it. Mom's going to be there too, despite the danger."

Now Trunks pulled away a bit, only to turn and take Cassie's hands. Blue-eyes were serious as they looked into her own. "And it will be dangerous, Cassie. You could die. I could die." Now Trunks moved to lean his forehead against hers, reached one hand up to hold her cheek and jaw. "Neither Father or I want that. But I also know I can't deny you the choice to be involved if you want. I very much do want you safe." He loved her, wanted her nowhere near the danger in some ways. But because he loved her, Trunks knew he had to let Cassie make this choice.