Ivo hoped that Davi wouldn't fall for Ares obvious manipulation, but the fact that he couldn't see his face was worrying him.
"I'm going to shoot him," he whispered to Vice, "help me open this vent."
Vice hissed in his face and clamped his mouth shut with his palm. "Stop talking crazy. You'll get yourself killed. Davi is a big boy. He can handle himself."
Below, Ares continued it laying it on thick, exaggerating his moral struggles with being part of Batalhão.
"In a way...it's all I've known," he sighed deeply. "I've always envied you for getting out, you know?"
"Really?" Davi asked.
Davi's stark tone didn't make it clear if he was buying Ares' bullshit or just biding his time. Ivo shifted inside the vents. The narrow space hadn't been a problem before, but now he was feeling the metal walls close down on him like a fist.