As Yanagi curled against her, Carly grimaced. This was bad. This was so bad. She had run Yanagi over with a motorcycle, and now her feet were all messed up. If only she could just rip them off and let new feet grow back, but she knew angels didn't work that way. So she just cradled the small woman in her arms, snarling like a raging bull at Xan.
Everything in her was telling her to launch herself at him and dismember the little punk, but she was held back. Yanagi said it was okay, and even though it didn't look okay, she knew that Yanagi wouldn't lie. So she stayed still, every muscle in her body tense.
Normally, she'd have screamed at Xan for daring to touch Yanagi after what he did. However, she was temporarily distracted by Yanagi's question. She paused, expression clouding. "I dunno," she finally said. "Did they go to church?" Her tone was dead serious, not an ounce of humor or teasing to be found. "Also they couldn't have killed anyone. Killers never go to Heaven." She grew somber a moment, a flood of memories gnawing on her brain. Grunting, she shook her head. They weren't important.
As Xan stepped back, she looked up at him with a scowl. "Yeah," she shot, speaking for Yanagi. "No thanks to you. You drive like an old person." Glaring, she gave Yanagi another squeeze. "We're walking back. I don't wanna run anyone else over."