askcecewells:

She had to think fast.

He co-workers were dead, assuredly, reels leaking from their wounds and seeking judgment. Her beloved friend had gone mental and murdered half the Dispatch, and aiding him would make her an accessory at mildest, a cohort no doubt. He’d be beheaded for this, open and shut case.

She wasn’t quite ready to drop her life and live on the lam, either.

The authorities, most likely, were coming.

And here they were.

Holding him close, she whispered urgently in his ear. “Knock me about the temple. Then run. Run far away, where they can’t find you, and stay there. I don’t know why you did this. I don’t care, either, because it must have meant a lot to you. But go. Go now, before they catch you, and leave me behind..!” she hissed„ squeezing in emphasis.

Eric was hardly in any position to handle the situation. He couldn’t consider it. Harming Cecelia was not part of the plan – there hadn’t been a plan to begin with. Here they were, and he knew he had to run. But he wanted her with him. 

He needed her with him. 

But he, he so tarnished with sin and murder could never roam by her side. He could never ask her to let go of hundreds of years worth of dedication to the Dispatch. 

They hadn’t the time to argue about this, either. 

“I… I won’ hurt ye…” He murmured, voice urgent. “An’ I dinnae want tae leave ye. I…." 

Maybe it’d be better off if they authorities did catch him. Maybe he deserved to atone for his sins.