Abbaddon knew the feel of those stares like the back of his hand. Judgement, amusement, mockery. The whispers about him whenever he did something they disapproved of. They felt so much more intense right now than usual. When Ashton approaches and leads them outsode it is almost a relief. Almost. It might habe been if he didn't suspect that the demon was about to tell them what was going on, or ask about. He is not wrong either. One thing caught his attention in particular.<br/><br/>"Ivory?" Abbaddon choked, had moving almost reflexively to the small of his back. Kane knows he always carries the same knife there now, but Abbaddon had yet to relay it's name or significance. "How could they...?" He shakes his head. Then he remembers the conversation he had with Michael earlier. This was his fault. Kane had just said he would like to keep their private life private too. "I'm... I'm sorry Kane this is my fault... I was just talking with Michael earlier... trying to get some advice. I swear I thought the area was clear though amd Michael wouldn't tell anyone." It would take someone pretty damn powerful to slip past Michael and Abbaddon. If the floor would open up and swallow him at that point it would be for the nest. Abbaddon sits down amd puts his face in his hands he is rapidy approaching the very limit of what he van handle emotionally.