"He does not like me." She said flatly.

"He doesn't like much of anyone, I think." Kevin admitted. Kai mulled over his words for a few moments before laughing a little. "If it's alright for me to ask… Why are you alone?"

"Circumstance." Kevin really wanted to ask how she didn't know the word prophet but completely understood the word circumstance, yet chose not to. He didn't know how to phrase it without sounding like an ass.

Then he thought of a more pressing question, one that could answer the alternate. "How long have you been alone?"

She didn't say anything. She didn't even look at him at that question. She looked in to the distance a little, her eyes glassing over. But there was pain in those eyes, too; pain that looked much too deeply rooted for someone of their age, but at the same time pain that made sense given the world they lived in now.

"A while." She answered quietly. Kevin had a feeling that she'd probably been alone since this all began, if not longer. If she had been by herself for a certain period of time, without interactions or conversations with others…

It was just lonely. Kevin didn't even want to think on it further. All it lead to was loneliness and probably more stories of pain than he could have imagined. He'd had his mom, at least up to a certain point. Had she even had that?

Had she ever?

"I'm sorry." He said softly. However as he spoke, he could see her body clearly stiffen. She turned to him in a mix of hurt and anger.

"Don't pity me." She commanded. "I do not need it." She looked him dead in the eyes as she spoke, and he could see the fire behind her words. Somehow, that small apology from him had become a large misstep to her.

The worst part was that his automatic reaction was to want to apologize again. "OK." He said cautiously. She still stared him down, her face still so stern.

Thankfully, Bobby came back in. He tossed a water bottle in Kai's direction. "Drink." He ordered. She caught it with a surprising amount of ease, followed by a wince at the sudden movements on her part. Bobby handed Kevin a water bottle as well before resuming his seat.

Bobby and Kai watched each other cautiously. Neither of them quite trusted each other, leading both to act as though the other had the means to their destruction. Kai still drank the water, though. That was hopefully a good sign.

"Why are you still here?" Bobby asked. Kevin felt shocked by the sudden rudeness of the question. He offered the man an angry look. "What? She said she didn't have to stay more. She said she was done talking. Why is she still here?"

"She also doesn't have to leave." Kevin pointed out.

"And who decided that?" The other man asked.

"I did." Kevin was surprised at his sudden boldness. Bobby just raised an eyebrow at him.

"And when did you become the man in charge around here?" Bobby asked, glaring daggers at the two of them. "If I remember correctly, this is my house. The two of you are technically guests here."

"Come on, Bobby," Kevin pleaded. "You wouldn't. You know you wouldn't."

"Wouldn't what? Protect myself?" The man asked. "She brought angels with her, has decided that she's done sharing potentially important information, and apparently enjoys torturing and killing them by herself with daggers. You're supposed to be some sort of freaking Prophet," he pointed at Kevin for emphasis. "Which would've been nice to know beforehand, in all honesty. I don't know much about them, but I'm pretty certain that it's nothing good. So, yeah." Bobby looked at them both sternly. "I think I do have the right to make the final say around here, not you," another look at Kevin. "And certainly not the living ghost here." He looked at Kai after that. Kevin felt doubt in his mind. What if Singer really did kick them both out? Where would they go? What if they died?

Would she even want his company, or would she disappear again?

She let out a huff of air, rising slowly. "Kai, wait," Kevin started, but she cut him off.

"I am unwelcome." She stated plainly. "You should not pay for that. I will leave." She kept her blades close to her body as she stood. Nobody made a move towards her. Even though Kevin wanted to, he'd seen what she would do in response. That would only make things worse.

She walked extremely slowly – obviously in immense amounts of pain – but she made her way to the door. She offered them a cursory glance back. "For what it is worth, I do hope you remain… remain hidden." She took a small breath. "Remain safe." She raised her arm tentatively to grasp at something around her neck, took another breath, and walked out the door. It closed firmly behind her.

The second the door closed, it was as though some sort of spell had been lifted from Kevin's legs. He started moving quickly towards the door. Maybe he could stop her if he moved fast enough. She was fast, sure, but she was also injured. He could probably catch up to her.

Bobby's hand snagged him by the shoulder before he could reach the door, though. "Don't even think about it." The man warned.

"What the hell, man?!" Kevin exclaimed. "She's injured! We've been looking for her for months!"

"She'll be back." Bobby promised.

"How in the hell do you know?"

"Because she's injured." He replied. "And because she came all this way. Just wait it out, call her bluff."

"And if she dies?" Kevin challenged. "If she doesn't come back? What if the angels come back for her?" Bobby's expression hardened, looking a mix of disgruntled and furious. He didn't like what Kevin was saying, but… But Kevin was right. Her going out there on her own was dangerous. Bobby's place was warded. They could stay safe there.

"Fine." He muttered. "Freaking teenagers trying to tell me what to do." He walked over to the wall and pulled off his favored gun, Rufus. "Freaking teenagers talking about prophets." A glare at Kevin again with those words. They would be speaking about that in-depth in the future. "Freaking teenagers torturing and killing angels with knives." He sling the strap over his shoulder, and pulled his scarf up over the lower half of his face. "Freaking teenagers. This is why I never had any freaking kids." He stalked towards the door. "Stay here." He ordered.

Waiting for him to come back felt like an eternity to Kevin.

But after maybe forty minutes, he did. Alone. "What happened?" Kevin asked. It had been too quiet out there for a skirmish to have happened. She hadn't been gone more than five minutes before Bobby went after her. So why was he alone?

"Hell if I know." He muttered. "She must be insanely fast. She's gone."

"How is she gone?" There wasn't anything for miles around them; it was as though they were in the middle of a desert.

"I circled the goddamn property up to about a mile or so out. She's not here." He sounded annoying as he put up Rufus.

"That's not possible."

"You're damn right it's not." He agreed. "Losing her in a town, that's normal. Plenty of places to hide. Losing her to a forest, same thing. Losing her out here?" He shook his head. "Something's up." He turned to glare at Kevin. "And I have questions for you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you!" He definitely sounded angry. "How long have you known you were a goddamn prophet?"

"I don't even know what that means." Kevin said quickly, raising his hands. "I learned the same time you did."

"And the thing about the halos looking for your prophet ass?"

"I have the same tattoos you do." Kevin replied, turning to pull down the back of his shirt. The design was a series of enochian characters within a circle. It had gone into circulation not long after the world went to shit. They stopped angels from tracking you down. If one did find you, they had to burn the tattoo off before they got a chance at making you say yes.

Kevin had found someone to do it for him, along with the anti-demon possession one. They both had hurt like hell.

"All of this information is news to me too, Bobby." Kevin said. "I don't know what's happening. I don't know why all this is happening. Kai, however, DOES know, and now she's disappeared." His voice sounded stronger than normal as he spoke. "So if we want answers again, we're going to have to find her."

"Why are you obsessed with this girl?" Bobby asked. "We have what she told us. I have lore books. We can do our own damn research without her, now. Hell, we know how to trap an angel because of her. We can just interrogate one like she did!" He sounded almost… annoyed? Yeah, annoyed. Annoyed that a girl he hadn't even known of before had figured out how to trap and torture and angel before he had.

It almost made Kevin laugh. Almost.

Kevin wanted to argue that they needed her still, there was more information, but he realized that it was a hollow argument. He didn't know how much more information she had. He couldn't guarantee that she would tell them. From her disappearing act, he was pretty certain that Bobby didn't think she was 100% human at all. He had nothing.

He just… he wanted to find her again. That was it.

"Fine." Kevin said. "We'll do it your way."

"That's what I thought." Bobby muttered, walking past him towards his books. He muttered to himself as he walked. "Fucking disappearing teenagers. Fucking prophet teenagers. Fucking idjits bringing angels to my doorstep."

He was still muttering swears about the situation as he returned, a pile of books in hand. He set them down on the small table. "Get to work, prophet." He muttered, pulling one off the top. Kevin hesitated for maybe a moment before following suit. It felt like he was doing homework again.

Funny, if he had to chose between this situation and homework in a normal life, he would gladly chose the homework now.