A curse flew out of his mouth that was slightly shocking to see a little kid say. His eyes widened and he knelt down next to her, touching her arm lightly to see how bad it was off.

If he hadn't been so stupid and blinded and pigheaded by who knows what, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. They were insanely lucky. There could have been two little lifeless bodies here and that would have been the end of that. He had honestly and seriously thought he could take them, he had no idea what had gotten into him that had made him like that and it wasn't normal...or was it? There was a part of him that constantly put himself into harms way, maybe making up for...that.

Why did everyone he cared about always get hurt? He didn't even know Katalyn that long but there was something about getting turned into a little kid that made him trust her a heckuva lot more.

"Katalyn," he said in a slightly hoarse voice, surprisingly cold and emotionless compared to the little fireball he was not fifteen minutes before. "Katalyn, they're gone.