"Yu... Yuuna!" He cries out as she's slammed against the floor, a flash of anger bubbling up in his chest, and he lunges himself at the doppelganger before he even realizes it - working on instinct alone, his vision too blurred by tears at the moment to get an accurate sight of what is going on around him, relying on his waves. "Get the hell off of her!"

This was why he tried so hard, why he sought out so many people, because someone needs to help. Someone needs to fight the bullies and tyrants. Badr whistles as he snakes between the illusion of Sinbad's father and the rest of them.

See? This isn't your father, he's doing nothing while she's getting hurt!