"..." Tomorrow's training. Billy wilted, as though he hadn't thought far enough ahead to consider tomorrow yet. "...just the six? Then I can stop?" he probed warily. He thought he might be able to force himself to finish if that was the end of it for today, but if this was just the start...

Billy's eyes stung, and he blinked a few times to fight back tears, opting for a weak glare instead. "I'm not an Asset. I'm Billy Kaplan. And I will go home." Someday. Somehow.