Rye grabs a fistful of Sal's shirt, but there's not the usual stomach-dropping sensation of his powers being sapped away because his nerves still feel like they're buzzing with static. It stings all over, and his thoughts feel distant. Maybe it's good (he thinks, like he's commenting on the plot of a movie) that Sal's powers are snuffing out his powers, because at least it means he didn't launch everything into the air when he heard the crunch of bone.

Fuck. Fuck.

"You go!" he shouts back, regaining enough sense to shove Sal towards the hatch. He tries to use all his weight to push Sal along, but he's never been strong enough to overpower his friend. No matter how hard he tries, Sal's always been bigger and stronger.