Break The Streak  

"Slowly look around the room, focus on the newcomers," growled the voice in Tank's head as his little Lamb gently pushed the spoon away from her mouth.

'They aren't important,' shrugged Tank, not caring about why Dante had sent the Interrogator and the rest of the Guardians to his apartment. He knew the reason why. There was no way he could point a gun at Dante's head and live, so they were here to kill him.

Ask him if he cared.

"She is looking through your eyes right now," informed the demon inside of him. "I can feel her inside here with us. She needs to know what is going on."

It took more power than Tank thought he had to drag his gaze away from his Lamb's face. But if she needed him to be her eyes, then that was what he would be.