Petra could no longer hold her tongue.
"Bean. You can't be serious. We have to stay in hiding."
Bean turned on his heels to face her. He forgot he had to look down at her, not like in Battle School, where he was the one getting the neck cramps from having to look up to address anyone. "I've made my decision Petra. And you're not coming with me. Understand?"
She knew it was a rhetorical question, but just like every other time he did this she answered him "No Bean. I don't understand. Please enlighten me as to why I can't go on this mission. I've been on dangerous missions with you before and I've even been your saviour once or twice", but Bean cut in before she could finish.
"Your two times to my countless efforts to keep you out of HIS hands."
He could see the fear in her eyes. He didn't like to see her this way but these things sometimes happened. As fearless as she seemed to be, there was still one thing that could strike fear in her heart even when she would be with me. Well not so much a thing but a person, that's if he could be called a person. No not anymore, his physical self may be in resemble that of a human being but his mind has long since been lost to the beasts. He is no longer human.
At the very least he is no more human than me but at the same time I refuse to think of myself as human. It was only then that he realised what he had done. He had just revealed to her the worst possible information he could, both unknowingly and unwillingly. But that was her thing wasn't it. A gift you could call it. HE had the gift of the tongue. HE was the serpent in the Garden of Eden. HE was the devil in disguise. Oh Sister Carlotta would be proud to hear him say that. He quickly put her aside in his mind to get back to the matter at hand. For Petra had a unique gift, one that Bean loved her because of but was also forced to distance himself from her. Not physically, there was no need for that, but mentally, to keep his mind trained on the situation at hand. But as always Bean could not escape.
Her gift was the unwilling extraction of information to put it bluntly or as Bean so often referred to it as "The song of the tongue". He called it this because of the way she was able to talk her way into someone's heart or as in the case with HIM not talking. Her way was not to hurt but to lure her subject into a defenceless grip and then gradually extract the information from them. But now her skills had gotten the better of him again. It wasn't going to go down well.
"HE'S ALIVE!", she screamed with both fear and despair in her voice.
"Pipe down, would you, we're supposed to be in hiding. And yes, HE's still alive. Curse your tongue woman. The one thing I didn't want you to know and you took it like candy from a baby."
She was panicking now.
"You were keeping this information from me. From me, Bean. The girl who has been by your side for so long. How could you?" Her eyes began to water.
"My Intel is pretty solid, they never did ID the body afterwards. Dental records. HA. Losing his teeth would be nothing. And I'd say there isn't much left of the dentist either. We have to get to Peter and fast. HE will be coming here and Achilles will find us. All we can do is be ready for him."