He asks me why. I don't know if I have a good answer for him.

Why do any of us try to keep the ones we love aware from things that will hurt them? The simple answer is usually because we love them. But it's more than that.

"Because..." I falter, but I have to give him some sort of answer.

A split second later I'm shoving him out of the way of a cable, sending him crashing to the ground while I take the hit in the would-be fleshy part just below my shoulder.

My hand reaches for my Morphin Blaster on reflex, ready to transform and fight.

Speak of the devil.

"Busters, ready?"