"I didn't specify when I guessed. I figured almost as soon as I met you that you were either a rogue or an assassin. So why didn't you kill me?"
Of course, she had to ask the most difficult question first. "I just can't. I couldn't. And I probably won't."
Tempest raises an eyebrow. "I wouldn't think it would be too hard to kill someone you don't know. I've had to once or twice, rogue Light and Dark Angels intent on handing me over to be killed. You put yourself in nearly the same position as they had, but you weren't making yourself a threat for the moment."
Scar simply shrugged, not bothering to mention that her appearance had rattled him. "Some people are odd."
"That's true," Tempest murmurs, nodding slightly. "No one is really quite the same. Similar, but never the same."
He nodded in agreement. Scar needed to sleep. He closed his eyes and let go of all thought.
Tempest sighs, glancing over at him before walking to her room and grabbing an extra blanket, settling it over him before returning to her place on the couch.
He awoke a few hours later. The light outside was still more brilliant. Scar wouldn't have been surprised to find that he lacked retinas. He looked around, then down. Someone had put a blanket over him. It took him a second to remember where he was. He pushed it to the side and stood up, stretching. "Dear God!" was the exclamation as something went pop.
Tempest jumps, having let herself doze for some time. "Is something wrong?" she asks, electric blue eyes darting about nervously.
He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, something just popped." He stopped stretching and looked at her. "The question is, are you okay?"
"You startled me. That's all," Tempest says, shaking her head. "Do you mean something as in a joint popping or something else?"
"Umm, yeah, a joint popping." This girl was a little too suspicious or something.
Tempest sighs, nodding and letting herself relax. "Alright. No need to have a panic attack then."
Scar looked at her sideways. "Do you always freak out?"
"Not usually, no. But your coming here has me nervous. It means the Blood Angels know where I am and it means I'm as good as dead."
"Not necessarily. All they know is what the house looks like and the state it's in." He smiled slightly. "I found you all by myself."
"And what makes you think others couldn't?" Tempest argues, chewing on her lip.
He took in a breath. Time to divulge information. "This was a one-way trip."
"But... That doesn't make sense. Why would it be a one-way trip?"
He frowned slightly. "In layman's terms, they told me to kill you and get lost."