Saracen grimaced as he washed the mud off of his thigh. He was sitting on the edge of the bath tub in his home, he had wanted to be alone. Yet when Dexter said he would come back with him, Saracen couldn't deny the relief that flooded through him. It was good to see his friend's familiar brown eyes, despite the events of the day, Saracen felt safer with him. Having said that, he did feel scared. His wrist and thigh hurt and he doubted he would mentally be okay for a long, long time. Every time he closed his eyes he could feel the towel on his face, the water forcing it's way into his mouth, his nose, his eyes. Saracen grunted, drying his leg and bandaging it. He pulled his jeans up, fastened the belt and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked fine. But he didn't feel anywhere close to fine. He took a deep breath and went into the living room, to find Dexter reading a book. Dexter didn't look up when Saracen sat down. It felt awkward and Saracen didn't like it, not one bit.

"What are you reading?" He asked slowly. Dexter shook his head.

"It's- I don't know I- it was just laying on the ground- in that house and- Ezra- it's her writing-" Dexter was stumbling, rushing to find words, to explain what he held in his trembling hands. Saracen gently took the book and started reading a section;

Anton had held the random man as Dexter plunged the knife into him again and again. The man's screams are turning to gargles and Dexter is laughing...

Saracen slammed the book shut.

"That wasn't you, Dexter." Saracen slowly. "You were possessed, you can't blame yourself for something someone else did-"

"But it was me. My hands- my face was the last thing they saw. It was me that went and got water and-"

"Stop it, Dexter!" Saracen interrupted. He had never yelled at Dexter and he looked up in surprise, his eyes wide and full of tears, full of fear.

"I don't need to relive it. Neither do you. What happened happened and that's the end of it. There isn't a single goddamn thing that either of us can do about it so just forget, okay?"

Dexter let out a pained laugh.

"It should be the other way around." Dexter whispered. Saracen understood, but this was the way it was. Saracen shrugged.

"It is what it is." He repeated.

"I'm sorry." Dexter said, quieter than a whisper. He was staring at his feet.

"You did nothing wrong but if it makes you happy i forgive you."

Tanith had been right. The night club was fun. It had been, for lack of a better term, a blood bath. The two possessed women had killed just about everyone in there and it had been fun. The only down side was Ezra screaming in her own head. It was giving the remnant a headache but there was no way to shut up her begging and pleading and overall moral compass. It was easy enough to drown out, however, just a faint yelling in the background. Skulduggery, Valkyrie, Ghastly and Erskine had shown up to try and stop it but they were already too late and both Tanith and Ezra knew that hurting Valkyrie was out of the question, so they air walked away at the first sight of them. Tanith and Billy-Ray had occupied a warehouse, whether it had been abandoned before the two found it was still a mystery, but Ezra didn't care. It was the morning after their little slaughtering.

"What now?" Ezra asked. Tanith shrugged.

"The sensitives are gone, you got what you needed to from Rue... I'm not sure what we do now." Tanith said. She was sitting cross legged on the ceiling, Ezra sat directly beneath her. Billy-Ray was asleep on a plastic chair, his feet on the table.

"One more day and you're in the clear." Tanith mused. Ezra nodded, she was looking forward to the three days bring over as the constant nerves were killing her. She liked her host and didn't want to leave her. Tanith inhaled from above. Ezra looked up at her.

"What?" She asked.

"Someone is here." Tanith said, effortlessly dropping down next to Ezra, who stood up. Tanith whistled lowly and Billy-Ray sat up, looking grumpy.

"What?!" He hissed. Tanith held a finger to her lips; be quiet. Ezra unsnapped her arnis, her pulse racing, as Tanith unsheathed her sword and Billy-Ray took his straight razor out. A ball of energy flew by, narrowly missing Tanith.

Dexter.

Ezra grinned as Dexter walked out from the shadows.

"How did you find me?" Ezra asked.

"Tracker on your phone." Dexter admitted. It was apparent he hadn't slept. Ezra took her phone out of pocket and disintegrated it in her hand, the ashes falling to the ground through her fingers.

"What is a nice boy like you doing in such a dangerous place?" Ezra asked, tilting her head just like her older brother.

"Get out of her." He said.

"Well, Tanith, what do you think?" Ezra asked, turning her attention to her newfound friend. Tanith smiled.

"I say we settle this like gentlemen. If you win, my remnant friend here will evacuate your friend. If we win, she gets to bind herself." Tanith said.

"We?"

"The three of us."

"That's hardly fair."

"Who said anything about fair?"

And with that, Billy-Ray lunged. Dexter dodged, only just, but Tanith was there swiping her sword. Dexter grunted and went low, taking her legs from beneath her. Tanith went down and Ezra tackled Dexter to the ground, forgetting the glorified stick and jabbing Dexter square in the face.

"You're not fighting back." Ezra observed.

"Ezra, please, you can fight this, I know you're in there, please-" Dexter begged. Ezra continued to punch him. He groaned and bucked his hips, throwing Ezra off. He stood, only to be met with Billy-Ray's straight razor, slicing his forearm then his chest. Dexter staggered back, summoning an energy stream and letting it loose. It hit Billy-Ray's arm and he dropped his razor, then Tanith was there with her sword again and it caught Dexter's shoulder and he cried out, stepping back, only for Ezra to swipe his legs with her arnis. He went down then the three were upon him.