The pain was sharp and sudden. It hit deep in a way MK had never felt before. His entire body went still. He yelped on instinct and looked down. The dagger's hilt was there. No blade. His shirt was slowly training red. His eyes slowly moved over the hand holding it, the arm it was attached to, the shoulder, and finally Cole's face. Cole stabbed him?

"What...did I do?" MK asked softly, confusion and pain clear in his eyes and on his face.