[Thankfully (or maybe not) this isn’t an event that takes his memory- it might be worse if he didn’t recognize Barry, if he had no qualms about killing the other man for his assumed slight. That said… Barry is one of the few that knows Taako, and knows him well. Knows his tricks, and how to best get him. The way the fear has him gripped, just seeing Barry conveniently here makes worry churn in his gut, has him thinking of a thousand different ways this could go bad. Besides, he told him to his face he wasn’t going to go against Lucretia. He’s the perfect man to bring him in again, and then he’ll forget, he’ll lose everything. He knows it, he knows it.

Taako’s eyes flick between where the staff is pointed and his face, looking for a sign that this is some sort of accident. But the gods won’t let him off like this so easily, and he jabs the tip forward, into his chest.]

Yeah, I know, and you know what I said. Don’t goddamn move.

[He hasn’t slept well in days, between the sickness and this, and within his self isolation there’s been no one to force their way in and break him out of this fake assumption. He’s good at not showing his fear, but he’s at the end of his rope. On the edge of doing something he’ll regret.]

You think I wouldn’t suspect you? I’m not letting you take me, alright? I won’t. Not again, fucko.