Balthier sends one of the decoys to rise in a set of shadowy tendrils, lunging at Prodigy then circling him.

"We are the honest ones," his echoing voices say. "You are just as hungry for spoils, power, adoration." If David sends the whip at the apparition, it will make a show of fireworks and sparkles, hissing and sizzling.

With the cops distracted, Balthier turns his attention to the kid again. "We all know these jerks are after their own promotions, not justice. I was your age once. And maybe you can help me with something, hmm? I can even scrub the records you were ever in trouble." But there's another shot, and he doesn't like that. "Come on. This way."

Tendrils sneak near the kid though, a silent reminder that Anathema's a lot more capable than the cops.