Ophelia began panicking a little and began talking, her eyes never leaving Abel. Despite this, her words weren't for him. "Is this because of the explosion, Eve?" she asked quietly. "That must have been irritating."
"Just watch," she said quietly, that grin still on her face. "That's who you're with. That man right there. Isn't he an angel?" Abel was relentlessly beating his opposer, his eyes wide with anger and fists bloodied, as well as a few spatters on his shirt. He dropped him, letting him fall to the floor as another guard approached, maybe a bit hesitantly.
She exhaled shakily, closing her eyes and turning her face away as well as Eve's grasp would allow. "That's not him. That's not... he's doing it because he has to."
Her grip didn't allow much leeway. "How else do you think he managed to do so well with what he does? This is him, Ophelia. This is the real him." He went after the second guard, knocking him to the ground violently.
She kept her eyes closed, her breathing increasing in panic. "Stop it, Eve. Just stop it. Stop talking."
"You're going to have to face it eventually," she said coldly, letting go of her and shoving her away as Abel stood over the second guard, breathing heavily. He was bloody, but it wasn't his. Eve pointed a gun at them. "Leave."
She looked distraught and confused and frightened, her brow furrowing as she held herself, saying nothing.
She watched her, one brow raised critically. Abel turned to look at O, his eyes narrow. "Ophelia. Let's go."
She jumped, clearly on edge, but she nodded and followed him, casting one glance back at Eve as they fled.
He we was quiet for a moment before looking back at her. There was blood spattered across his face and his eyes were wide, reminiscent to a frightened animal. "Are you okay?"
She flinched as he turned to her, stepping back from him. "I'm... I'm fine." She hesitated, hiding her shaking hands behind her back. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I don't..." She hesitated, looking nervous. "I don't think we should go home. What if they're tracking us?"
"I don't think so," he said, looking around. He still seemed a bit paranoid. "She would have made it harder than that if she wanted to know where we were."
