Neither do I. We're a set.
I'm not going anywhere. [Her voice has the faintest of quivers but she steels herself to be strong, fight back any flooding emotion because Assassins have to be prepared for this.
Her eyes are already flickering over him, hands reaching out just to touch-- try and see or stop the bleeding. But she flinches back at the barrier, staring blankly. How is she supposed to--?] ... I'm not going anywhere.