Elliot squeezed his eyes shut as Rae struggled in his arms, knowing full well the desperation she was feeling. Her fingernails dug into his bare arms, drawing blood, but still he held on. This was one of those times when he had to stop Rae from foolishly charging in. Only when Andreas Alghren's touch on his daughter's arm calmed her, did Elliot allow his grip to loosen. If anyone could talk sense into Rae, it was her father.
Having known Mary-Ellen as the kind and brave woman she was, Elliot felt his own grief clog in his throat, and could only manage a nod when Andreas thanked him. Death was all around them, but it was always the personal deaths that hit the hardest.
His gaze stayed fixated on what was left of Carnegie Hall. Flames licked up the sides of the building, thick black smoke filling the air. The only consolation they could take from this was knowing that the fire would destroy whatever undead remained inside. It was small comfort for what they had lost, however.
Elliot released Rae when he felt her turn, his gaze meeting her tear-filled one. "Don't apologize. I know what you lost." He followed the two remaining Alghren's as they cleared a path to one of the last buses.