Lydia Bennet
It would be a lie to say Lydia wasn't scared. She'd put on a brave enough face for Jane and Mitchell, trying to let Robin's words be enough to drive her. She was courageous and noble and all the things he'd said she was. She'd even shown up at the ritual with her head held high and a look of pride on her face.
But that girl fled the scene when Crowley actually began explaining what was going to happen. Panic gripped her chest and she felt short of breath, even a little light headed. Focus. They'd been told to focus on the reasons they were doing this, what they were there for. Her eyes closed and yes, fine, she flinched when her hand was cut. When one dated a blood addicted vampire, one wasn't exactly fond of blood being spilled. She didn't meet Mitchell's eyes, though, even if she did know he was on the sidelines of the crowd, anxiously waiting. If she did, she might panic and change her mind.
Instead, she focused on Hal. Her friend Hal. Not the douchebag who'd taken over his body the last several months, the man who had the ability to turn her boyfriend into a killer. The one who'd hurt Alex so badly and betrayed Lauren when she'd needed him most. No, her mind forced that man aside and focused on her friend. "Hal Yorke," she said, quietly but firmly, her voice more reassured than she was. The man who had fought for her, defended her. The one who had stood up for her against people's cruel words, and stood by her even when she'd hated herself at her most. The man who loved Alex so dearly, who had urged Mitchell to make his move even though he was scared for her.
She wanted him back. And if they got Harry back, well... Time would tell, wouldn't it? Maybe he'd be better for a trip to hell, who knew? Maybe he'd have learned a few things. How to be a better person. But it wouldn't matter if he didn't come back to them.