"Did it?" he asked, his voice soothing. "What happened?" He didn't leave her gaze, keeping his eyes locked with hers.
"No, you don't," he agreed. "Would you be interested if I told you that you could get revenge, though?"
"My eyes hold the ocean, though," he replied calmly, his voice warm. "If you hurt Avice, then you hurt your husband. If you hurt me, you hurt the sea."
"The choice is obvious, here, Charlotte," he said, stepping forward with raised hands. "Don't you think?"
Charlotte hesitantly released Avice, who remained sitting still. "It is! Your eyes hold the sea! I'll hurt the sea."
"Good choice," he said with a nod, dropping his hands to his side. "Your husband will finally be at peace."
She nodded. "Right, right.." Suddenly, Charlotte cried out in pain as Avice kicked the side of her knee, her eyes violent with rage and pain. Pulling her bound hands in front of her, she took off the cloth seeing her mouth. After that, she seemed to stop, her movement uncertain as she opened her mouth to yell, but nothing came out.
Jack moved into action, stepping quickly between Avice and Charlotte in defense. He quickly undid the rope around her wrist, never letting his gaze leave Charlotte.
Avice took quick breaths, her expression panicked. Charlotte looked back at them, her expression angered as she stood, wielding the knife at Jack, her leg obviously hurt. "Liar!" she screeched, moving forward, slashing the knife in hopes to attack. Avice moved back, gasping slightly.
She cut his cheek and he gasped slightly, backing up, his arms spread out to act as a shield between Charlotte and Avice. "Charlotte! Think about what you're doing!"
There was a pause, and Avice burst from behind him, hitting her in the face without hesitating to hear her answer, the knife getting knocked from her hand. "You *squee!*! Get away! Get away!"
"Avice!" he called, his voice hoarse, trying to pull her back and grab the knife in the process. "Come on! Let's just go!"
She stopped, breathing heavily as she back off, brushing the hair from her face. She turned to go, but Charlotte would then jump up, swiftly taking the knife and thrusting it at Jack.
