Damn right. Even for a little brat, protecting others should still be his priority, especially when those others are just little kids themselves.

"He won't hurt 'em on purpose, not ever." Wolfwood blows a cloud of smoke into the sky, and tries really hard not to think about a light, bright as neon, falling out of the night sky. "He just can't help it. Some people attract trouble."

He should know. He's one of 'em.