[ he looks like - panicked, for a second, eyes darting over percy's form. that panic turns to anger, a sense of futility; his hand twitches and then squeezes, tight. ]

We're going to get it out. [ somehow. vax's voice is low, steady with anger, with a sort of rising fury at this place and everything in it, and the mere idea - ] No one's going to fucking touch you, and you're not going to be anything like what happened to Malik.