Anybody out there -jesse-

[SAMMI MARIE WINCHESTER]

Nebraska. It was safe to say that Sammi Winchester never would have pegged herself as landing up here. Everything about Nebraska sounded... well... boring. She thought back of the night in the biker bar back in Cicero when Jesse had told her he'd originally been from Nebraska, she hadn't bought it but maybe there was just something about being the anti-christ that sort of counter acted the whole 'boring' aspect of the state.

It wasn't exactly on the way to Colorado either, not from Washington but when David had shown up and basically forced her out of Port Angeles she'd had no choice but to hit the road, Boulder had been her initial instinct but suddenly she'd thought about the entry she'd found in the journal, the one about Jesse. Suddenly she'd taken the worlds longest de-tour and ended up here.

In her car sitting outside of a small house in Elk Creek she didn't know what to do anymore. It had seemed like a good idea at first, the only idea really. With a world full of people convincing her to kill her own kids, she thought the only person who might understand not being able to do that was the one person who'd ensured their existence by giving Jesse a chance to live.

As she lifted her eyes to glance at the two fast asleep in the back of the car she silently thanked them for the time to think before her eyes fell back on the house again. Was she even home? She was alive...she knew that, she'd done a little bit of checking up before just completely side railing herself to Nebraska but the more important question was would she be willing to talk. After all, it wasn't like Sammi had anyone else to talk to about this, lately about anything. J.J just snapped at her and she could practically hear him rolling his eyes over the phone, she couldn't call Ben in fear he'd tell Dean where she was.

Of all the people in the world you were supposed to be able to count on, your parents were one of them, and now, when she needed them most, she couldn't. Taking a deep breath she got out of the car carefully. She didn't know why she was so nervous. What was the worst that could happen?

[souls]

It had been weeks since Jesse had lost his control and had slipped back into that all consuming darkness, but he felt like he was still recovering. Did he feel guilty about what he had done? Not in the least. He knew he had destroyed a few dozen lives, and that those lives most likely had other lives attached to it, and that thereby he was destroying a whole series of lives around those by having burned down that church with all the little church rats still trapped inside.

In the grand picture of it all, though, Jesse did not care. Not much, at least. A body was a body no matter who it belonged to - eventually they all wound up in the ground as a pile of dirt for worms anyway. He was merely playing his part, and his role just so happened to be that of the Anti-Christ. The choice to be someone else had only been an illusion, he knew that now. Why pretend for it to be any different?

Sammi, however, did not seem to be willing to let things play out the way they were meant to. She was the reason why he had come to Elk Creek, Nebraska; he'd only needed a thought to transport himself into the hometown of his real mommy dearest. Jesse had only seen her once in his life, some twenty years ago. She'd been possessed by a demon then, the first that had tried to convince him to come with it and turn to the dark side - as Star Wars-esque as that sounded - and certainly not the last. Now, though, those black-eyed bastards didn't dare cross his path any longer; they feared him, even more so than they feared Lucifer.

How very adorable of them...

A cold, ominous smile clouded his face for a moment before Jesse finally appeared in front of the rickety fence that surrounded the small property of Julia Wright. And there she was. Sammi. Still as beautiful as ever, still as clueless as ever - even though she seemed to think she knew something now. Pffft, she didn't know shit. Just like Sam and Dean Winchester hadn't with their crap about good and evil, destinies, choices...

"Taking the kids for a quick visit to grandma? are you insane or just really stupid," he asked, not sugarcoating his crassness. His demeanor towards Sammi was different since last time, stronger, less like the pathetic weakling he had been in Port Angeles. The balance was constantly shifting inside of him - he could always feel it - but for the time being, he was still mostly Dr. Jekyll, rather than Mr. Hyde.

[SAMMI MARIE WINCHESTER]

She should have known he'd appear, not that she understood why, it wasn't any of his damned business why she was here. "I'm a little bit of both, it's a dangerous combination" she said her voice wasn't angry, or annoyed it was actually joking, a hinting of teasing tone in her voice as she spoke the words. She was so done being angry with him, she couldn't do it anymore, she couldn't change her situation so why play the blame game. The truth was in her darker state, now that she'd gotten into a routine she was sometimes happy. The kids made her happy, her one purpose was them, to take care of them, protect them, otherwise what the hell had she been brought back for.

"Where I decided to take my kids and to whom is actually none of your business" she told him as she tried her best to keep from looking directly at him as she finished loading the tots onto their stroller. Charlie was still fast asleep, completely unphased by the situation around her but AJ, was wide awake suddenly staring at her with knowing big blue eyes like he knew exactly what was going on.

He was wrong anyway, the visit itself had nothing to do with him, or the kids, she was there for herself but no one would understand that, why would they. She'd spent the past five months since Vegas doing nothing but running and hiding, and not just from demons, though a few of those had been luckily evaded, she was running from her own family, her own father. David had tried to convince her to go home, but the last thing she needed to deal with was having to prevent her father from sneaking into the nursery every night with a knife ready to kill his grandchildren for so much as a wrong look.

She finally turned her attention to him then and she new it was a mistake the second it happened. She still saw Jesse but at the same time...not. He was losing, he was too weak of a human to fight it off and it didn't matter what she tried to do anymore. Vanishing from the country had been her first thought, taking them and disappearing someone remote, maybe the middle of the Hawaiian jungle, or a small Island somewhere.

She'd considered asking to be marked, for all of them to be marked, hidden from the prying eyes of angels and demons so they would have to be found the old fashioned way, it would at least give them a head start, a fighting chance. The bitch who'd tried to take AJ had met her untimely death quickly and Sammi hadn't even done a thing, she supposed the Angels weren't all that bad somehow, despite having kicked the situation into high gear, they were helping, to a degree.

After all it had been David to warn her about the demon girl, to free her from jail and help her get a head start on skipping town. Then again, he had made it quite clear he was not an angel, he just consorted with them evidently.

"What are you doing here Jesse..." she asked. Since when, when he got like this, was what she doing any concern of his, it hadn't been a concern the past five months when she'd been sleeping on the floor of an empty room with his kids. It made her think that here she was actually doing something right, if it was daring to draw him out like this she was on the right path.

[souls]

"You're going to kill her. If you stay. And then what? You'll revive her again, like she's nothing? And then you'll kill her. Again. And revive her. And it won't ever stop until you manage to die somehow."

Albert Einstein once said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Every time Jesse was around Sammi, his demonic, volatile side ended up turning against him in the most horrific ways, but he'd never been able to stay from her for too long despite the fact he was fully aware of the consequences. It was becoming harder and harder to keep the rising darkness inside him from taking over, to be the man that Sammi had once fallen for; already the cracks were showing, and Jesse knew that it wouldn't be long before she would be able to see right inside them, to truly see the monster that hid within him.

When Sammi refused to look at him for the first few tension filled moments, some of those cracks tore right through his gut, flooding him with an ever increasing fear that he was loosing himself - and more importantly - Sammi forever. Jesse barely registered any of her words as he squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his fists at his sides. He wouldn't give in to his darkness, not this time. It was a slippery slope, after all, and what might start as something he felt he could control, he knew it could very easily end with a wholesale slaughter of anyone and anything that crossed his path. Even the thought of all those human lives he'd so easily destroyed already caused his self-control to waver slightly, but he quickly locked down on his bloodlust, using Sammi's face as a focus when he reopened his eyes to look at her.

"You can't be here, Sammi. Don't you understand how easily they'll find you here," he said, his voice firm. Jesse had sensed the influx of demonic presence the moment he'd arrived in bumfuck, Nebraska; a black spot of hellspawn against the normally gray backdrop of humans. Even now they were creeping closer, biding their time, waiting for the moment they could strike. They weren't here for him, though. The Anti-Christ himself was far too powerful for them to take on, they knew that. But his offspring, his children, his son and daughter, however... they were a much easier target.

He'd intentionally chosen to keep a safe pocket of distance between them, but after her question as to why he was there, Jesse could feel that fire of desire flare up in his heart, the same one he had tried so hard to extinguish for the longest of times. If only he had the words to say that he had never wanted to abandon her. In fact, it was times like this that he wanted to confess how he really felt about her, how much she made him feel alive to be around, but then deep down, he knew he'd never really admit it. He knew Dean was right; if he'd stayed, he would've killed her. And he would have revived her. And that cycle would have repeated itself again, and again, and again... Maybe that was why it was these times when he shouldn't speak his heart that his urge to say something was strongest. That way he could still convince himself he wasn't a coward, he was just a victim of circumstances.

"I'm protecting you, preventing you from getting yourself killed. Just trust me when I say you won't find whatever it is you think you're looking for here."

[SAMMI MARIE WINCHESTER]

Her back still turned to him she played with her ring thinking on her stop before this. She was used to lying to strangers an engagement ring meant they didn't ask questions or when she gave them her fake story they shut up and didn't bother her anymore. Her fiancé was in the military fighting overseas. Simple she'd never really had to give it much thought people bought it too and felt sympathy maybe, they never pushed the story much further. Even if they did...well, Eric was real, he just wasn't really her fiance, it was just a mutual beneficial story that protected them both. It hadn't been until she'd had to lie to someone she knew that the lie had started to bother her and still, she hadn't taken it off yet.

It was better to lie than let anyone think they could get involved in her fucked up existence anyway she'd convinced herself of that. " I've evaded two of them already I think I can handle it thanks" did he even know, how close they'd come already, part of the reason she couldn't go home, part of the reason she left Vegas so quickly and then Washington, then every other town on the way here. She turned and pulled the collar of her shirt down slightly to show the anti-possession charm she'd finally had the smarts to get tattooed on herself. Not exactly easy to hide but most people didn't even know what is was and she'd made sure it was relatively small in comparison to most " besides what's the worst they could do? Kill me? I'm already living on borrowed time" they couldn't possess her now. Maybe she had a death wish maybe she just needed some answers but she wasn't so willing to just leave.

" I don't need protection, I can fend for myself" she assured him. "If it's them you're worried about feel free to take them and I'll go in alone" she didn't need them with her but the truth of the matter was she had no where else to put them, they were too little to be alone so she couldn't just leave them in a lock box room while she did this, but then again she wasn't Jesse, she knew, from experience he had to power to appear and disappear anywhere he wanted to.

She moved to turn and placed her hand on his arm gently "It might do you some good" she said, it was a joke obviously. Though admittedly if there was one person that could protect them it was him, the question had always just been would he. "And I don't think you're exactly the expert on what I'm looking for" she pointed out she was too close to him now she knew she'd made a mistake with even looking at him but touching him had almost been the final nail in the coffin.

Dropping her hand quickly she took half a step around him " I'm not afraid of you Jesse so if you're here to intimidate me into listening to you, you don't know me very well" She wasn't afraid of him, at least not for the reasons she should have been, she was more afraid of herself around him.

[souls]

Jesse had been holding Sammi's gaze up until now, but he found he could no longer keep it when she told him being around his children might do him some good. Instead, his eyes lowered to where her hand was touching his arm. The closer he allowed himself to be to her, to them, the more likely it was they could get hurt because of him, or by him, and that was not an easy thought to dwell on. It was bad enough that the demons knew his human-side was one of his major weaknesses, but if they ever got wind of how much he still felt for Sammi, then he might as well call it day right then and there and become Satan's little bitch, because there would be no way he could watch her and his son and daughter become even more of a pawn than they already were for the bad guys to play against him.

Sammi's hand slipped off his arm then, but Jesse grabbed her by her wrist before she had a chance to drop it back down to her side, stopping her from walking past him. The conversation wasn't over yet. Not until he said so.

"You're wrong, Sammi. You're not the one who is living on borrowed time. I am. And if you think you can fend them all off, you're wrong again," he said as he jerked her around to face the street, pulling her body flush against his.

Standing behind her, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips, Jesse lowered his face next to Sammi's, his eyes teeming with power as they fixed themselves onto an elderly neighbor across the street. To her, the man most likely looked like anything but a threat, just an old coot emptying his mailbox, but Jesse could see what was really there. He could see the demon's true grotesque form hiding inside the aging man, a left-over of what hell had twisted out of a soul to make it inhuman, hideous and charred as if someone flayed all the skin from a human being and chargrilled it in gasoline, it's real face deformed and ugly.

The mailman's true visage was no different, neither was that of the children playing a little further up the street.

"Watch..," he commanded softly into her ear. The black smoke residing in the bodies of the poor, unfortunate neighbors had already begun to leak out of their mouths and noses, forced from the vessels it was riding by Jesse's power. Some of the incorporeal beings tried to hold onto their hosts, but the inky black cloud floating just above the road grew nevertheless with each extricated demon, until none possessed their human host any longer. Jesse closed his eyes then, and the real world around him drifted into the background, smothered by screams and smoke, jarring images of suffering that words would not do justice to as he tore the cloud apart, destroying the demons' life essence completely with one single, effortless thought.

"More will come for you. And they will keep coming for you in endless waves. You can't outrun them, Sammi. Not forever," he concluded calmly. Letting go of her, Jesse dropped his hands back to his sides. Now the conversation was over as far as he was concerned.

[SAMMI MARIE WINCHESTER]

"Ow, God damnit" she muttered as he grabbed her wrist, she wondered if he really knew his own strength, or if he just didn't care anymore that he was hurting her. "Learn to control your strength Hulk" she muttered.

"Then why bother trying" she said simply. He had just proven her point as far as she was concerned and disproved his own. "If they're everywhere then it doesn't really matter where I go, I'm not safe" inviting them in, or not it didn't matter he just said it himself they would still find them eventually so why bother running.

"Is that what you want?" she asked. "For me to just stop running and let them catch up, Because I don't really have very many options" she couldn't go home, her Dad was ready and waiting to kill her kids on the spot, she had no where safe to be which was why she was constantly moving and each time she moved another one found her so yeah, she couldn't out run them, but she didn't really have any other choice but to try.

"I don't fear death..." she told him. She'd been there already, she'd felt worse pain, perhaps not worse physical pain, except maybe childbirth. Physical pain was easy to forget about once it was finished, and gone, in fact it was almost impossible to recall the exact feeling, but emotional pain....well that never really went away.

"It seems like running is useless the only person who can ensure our protection is the one who thinks they'll do more harm than good so it's inevitable eventually we'll be caught" she finished. She didn't want to look at him, she really didn't think it might be the last time she did. If her plan worked, which is was highly rumored that it would Samantha Winchester would no longer exist. She would have died way back when she was supposed to have.

Once she was marked no one on heaven, hell or earth would be able to find them unless they were physically looking and even then, they wouldn't know who they were looking for. Dark haired Sammi Winchester was about to become blond Samara Jean Young, 24 year old Gymnastic coach from Michigan, wife of a naval officer, who conveiniantly wouldn't be around much, and mother to Alaric Jack Young and Caitlin Jean Young.

[souls]

"I am not your fairy godmother, Sammi. You know what I'm capable of, what I will be capable of," he said in a low voice once she'd finished talking. His powers were free from the restrictions that the angels had put on them a long time ago -- an event he was partly to blame for in the first place -- and soon enough his human soul would become completely corrupted by them, whether he fought against it or not. After that happened, the only way that he was going to be stopped was if Christ himself defeated him in battle.

It was practically set in stone, both Heaven and Hell believed it to be true, and with everything going on around him, Jesse had eventually realized that he was being stupid in denying that this was his fate. He knew that there would be casualties of war, it was inevitable. He'd feared that half the world’s population would be obliterated in a fight between him and Christ, but after seeing for himself in visions and nightmares how the world would become a desolate and hellish wasteland as a result of him turning into the true anti-Christ, how could Jesse just stand idly by and let that happen?

Sam had been right. He could do the right thing, he had choices. For so long he'd searched and he’d searched for another way to defuse his powers after even something as powerful as that ancient spell he'd found couldn't do the job, yet all along, the simple answer had been staring him right in the face every time he looked in the mirror. It was him. The only way the anti-Christ was going to be stopped was for him to willingly lay down his life and end the war before it had a real chance to begin.

Once again, Jesse noticed Sammi's refusal to look at him, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Did she hate him? Was she repulsed by him? What did it even matter... He'd never wanted her to be a part of this. He'd never meant to fall for her. Now though, it was all too little too late. She'd become a pawn in this game of chess between heaven and hell just as much as he was because he'd been selfish in thinking he could have a normal life. But he was going to fix this... one way or another, even if it meant ending his own life, burning half the world to ashes in the process.

For a moment longer Jesse didn't speak, just replayed the few moments of his life that mattered most to him in his mind. What was it they said again? 'better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'? Yeah, that was all a load of bullshit; it only made some things harder.

"It'll all end soon. You won't have to run or hide from me, or anything else any more.You'll be able to lead the life you deserve...," he finally said. There was a sense of foreboding in his tone, his words not the most forthcoming. But he knew telling her anymore than this wouldn't have been very wise for either of them.



OOC: Don't worry, I don't have anything planned with this. Just felt Jesse is becoming stagnant if he doesn't either do this or become the big bad. You can continue on with whatever you want (not that I'd expect you to do anything else bwahaha) and you can still call in mommy dearest if that's still in your plans.. or not, who cares.

[SAMMI MARIE WINCHESTER]

"Trust me if I had a very Godmother my life would be so much fucking better than this" she assured him that she had no delusions, simply making a point. She did know, what he was capable of but the question was did he know? Really know? He seemed to have just completely given up fighting for himself

It was never going to be over... not really not for her at least. The tone in his voice, it didn't sit well with her and it only confirmed her fears. She lifted her eyes and looked at him, directly and suddenly, wished she hadn't. It was easier to just not care when you weren't standing there staring at someone you cared about. No matter how annoyed, or angry he could make her, how much sometimes she thought she hated him for just giving up on himself... there as she looked at him she knew she was kidding herself.

That was probably the part that hurt the most, for whatever sick reason, no matter how much bad he did to her, to her family...she still loved him. That was probably what pissed her off the most, it wasn't him... he'd always been the same, more or less, it was herself. Why was she stupid enough to hold onto these feelings. Whatever he was planning.... she wanted to tell him not to but what did it matter, in a few weeks she wouldn't even exist anymore.

Her mind suddenly wandered back to her inital reason for coming there and she stared at the door with hesitation. Did she really need to know... probably, but what would it matter when she knew that the knowledge would do Sammi Winchester no good, it would do her no good either. She was pretty sure she knew what she was going to hear, it was the same reason she let herself love Jesse, the same reason she hadn't just dropped her kids off on some random persons door step. Taking a step back she leaned against her car and ran her fingers along the paint as she thought about when she'd first bought it, the hard work she and her Dad had put into making it run and the fact that the only other person she'd ever trusted enough to let behind it's wheel was standing right in front of her, and that in a few days she wouldn't have it anymore... it'd be sitting at the bottom of a lake with 'her' body in it.

It was safe to say there were not a lot of things she loved more than her car except for the three people she found herself with right then. This was the first time she'd put any deep thought into the process, the plan she'd just pulled out of her ass to get into hiding for good and it was really starting to scare her, especially if it really worked, it'd be the last time she saw him. Pushing herself off the car she took a couple steps back to him and kissed him, just softly, quickly before pulling back staring at him for a moment. "... I still love you Jesse Turner... God knows why, and I'm pretty sure I always will" she shouldn't have told him that... it just made it harder for her to do what she needed to do but she'd wanted to get it out before well...she couldn't anymore. "Maybe that's why I got locked out of heaven" she added this time her words barely audible. She'd never really talked to anyone about her death....her father thought he knew...he'd been to hell and back she had been... no where discernible.

She lifted her eyes to the house again. "I'll leave your Mom alone..." she said quietly. "I just realised if I'm inevitably gonna get caught, I wont need these answers anyway so It's a waste of all our time"

[souls]

Finally Sammi looked up at him, and her eyes already betrayed her thoughts, telling him what she wasn't saying.

Don't do it.

Jesse was grateful for her silence. There was no way he could justify giving up on himself because it was what he thought was best for everyone; he knew she wouldn’t accept his excuses. She'd tell him that he was stronger than this, remind him that he himself had once said that he'd rather believe everyone made up their own fate. But that was then, and this was now. It didn't matter how Sammi perceived him, it was how the angels and the rest of the world did. Soon, Jesse Turner's identity would only be known by a select few; otherwise his face was the face of the anti-Christ and the anti-Christ alone. Jesse was the son of perdition, the adversary of the heavenly host. So it was written in the Bible itself. That was the long and the short of it.

Sammi stepped towards him then, pulling him out of his meandering thoughts. Her kiss, though it came unexpected, was electric when her skin touched his and he more than welcomed it. One hand reached up to cup her cheek as Jesse reciprocated immediately, pressing his lips softly to hers, selfishly enjoying the kiss for the far too short moment he could while the pad of his thumb carefully traced the line of her jaw. When Sammi pulled back, she stared up at him, and already he could feel the barbed twist of dread wrap around his heart at her words. He wanted to say something back to her; this was the end of the line, probably the last time he would get the chance to tell her how much he loved her, how much he wanted things to have turned out differently between them, but he kept his words inside. Instead, he just held Sammi's gaze and hoped that she'd know what he wanted to say.

If she couldn't see what he was feeling now, she never would.

Jesse's expression changed though, the moment Sammi told him she'd been denied entrance to heaven after her death, and his eyes darkened with resolve. He had always distrusted angels and their true motives concerning the apocalypse, but it wasn't until now that he fully realized that they too wanted him to fulfill his destiny. Why, though? So God could once again show nonbelievers that light always prevailed over darkness if he died by Christ's hand? Or was his existence nothing but an excuse to purge earth from His creation so God could start anew?

Whatever the reason was, Jesse did know one thing; if he was going to die, he'd take as many winged bastards with him as he could. Karma was a bitch after all, whether you were some holy creature or not.

"You won't get caught." Without preamble, Jesse suddenly placed the tips of his fingers and palm against the middle of Sammi's chest, taking only a second to burn intricate symbols into the bone of her ribs that would obscure her presence from any angel and demon in creation... and even himself. Next, he did the same to his son and daughter, neither one of them giving even as much as a start while they looked up at him with seemingly knowing eyes, as if they both knew exactly who he was. It brought a sad smile to his face; he would never get to be a father to them. But as much as it pained him, he knew it was for the best. If Sammi was wise, she wouldn't even tell them about their true heritage once they were older.

"You two be good to your mother, alright," he whispered. Giving them both a kiss on the top of their head, Jesse rose back up with a heavy heart and turned to face Sammi again.

"You're hidden from every holy and unholy being in creation now. Including me." That was the hardest part, if not the reason why he hadn't done it sooner. He'd been selfish, stupid to think that he could protect her. Because in the end, wasn't he the one she needed saving from the most? Before Sammi could say anything, his hand lifted her chin, tilting her face towards him while he pressed his lips to hers in the most passionate kiss he'd ever given anyone, ever. There was no thought involved really, only feelings, and at the same time Jesse pulled away to give them both a chance to breathe, he vanished, effectively shattering his own heart into a million pieces with the awareness that this was the last time he'd seen her, and that he would never get to touch her again.

But what needed to be done, needed to be done. And at least this way it was like ripping off a band aid in one go rather than peeling it back bit by bit and dragging it painfully out, right?

Yeah right...

[SAMMI MARIE WINCHESTER]

Sammi just smiled a little sadly as she placed the distance between them. He didn't need to say anything, neither of them did really the fact that they kept ending up like this, in these situations probably spoke more than either of them could express she'd just wanted to make sure that he knew, no matter how bad things got that there was someone out there that cared about him, the real him and that it wasn't going to change, she wasn't sure what good it did either of them.

he winced from the pain, just for a moment, after all she was only human but it was over quickly and just an ache lingered remaining. She looked at him the surprise obvious in her eyes, it had been her plan right? To hide... she had just never considered the possibility that Jesse would be the one who could help her to do it. She wanted to speak but she couldn't the shock had taken over her as the thought settled in that it was done, in a matter of seconds she'd been hidden. Her eyes followed him as he went to the kids and did the same, she watched as they looked at him, and she turned her eyes away as he placed a kiss on each of them. It was the first time he'd looked at them, really looked and the thought that it was going to be the last was too hard for her to watch. She listened to his words that they were hidden from everything....including him and she nodded still keeping her eyes down until she felt him lift her chin and before she even had the chance to think about what everything meant, really meant his lips were on hers and every single thought she'd been coursing through her mind was gone, she couldn't even have pulled it back if she'd tried all she could think about was him, only the good things came to mind, the first time she'd opened the door and saw him standing there, dancing with him at the bar, falling asleep at his motel room, making him wait on the ground while she finished carving her name in the tree, waking up from death to see him, standing with him on the beach in Australia. All of it racing through her mind stopping almost as abruptly as he'd pulled away.

Breathless she looked at him for just a moment "Wait.." she barely whispered but he was gone just as the words finished leaving her lips and the realisation hung above her for a moment as she still felt the lingering pain on her ribs from what he'd done. Her blue eyes brimmed with tears but she wouldn't let them fall, even as painful as the reality was that now, it was certain now that he would never just....show up again. It was best, for all of them and it would be even better for her plan, because if he could no longer sense them, it meant he would have no way of knowing that were truly alive, and there was no one to risk foiling the plan.