"She's going lead us all to ruin," Jimena stated, feeling the collective shift from Neviah's interference.  "Grizille, I fear what is to come if we don't stop her."  The middle sister looked up from her moment in another plane, her large mahogany eyes polished to a shine with worry.  "What will we do?"  As the question left her mouth, Jimena already knew what the answer was, but she dared not bring truth to it by uttering her thoughts out loud.  They had to stop her, there simply was no other choice, and if they couldn't do it with tact, Jimena was prepared to use brute force.<br/><br/>Neviah said nothing, her hopeful relief only registering in the glisten of her eyes as Micheal both threatened and implored her in what was nearly the same breath.  He recoiled from the gentle cradle of her hands and still Neviah stayed silent, resisting the urge to bring his attention back to her despite how it stung as he pulled away.  Though reassured that he would not keep running, his conclusion had speared her heart all the while knowing that what he hoped for were promises she could not keep.  No matter her belief in the man approaching the totaled automobile that nearly took his life,  Neviah had obligations that she could not ignore, not even for his sake.  He might not have understood then, but he would have to.<br/><br/>She watched his steps carry him away from her and towards the wreckage that should have possessed his mangled body without protest, but she did not follow him.  Instead Neviah's feet stayed firmly cemented to the corner where she stood, her bleeding heart not letting her get any closer to the touch of her sister.  Her hands trembled at her sides where they had fallen, until they curled into fists of resistance as Neviah's dark blue eyes grew stormy.  She lowered her lashes and drew in a steadying sigh.  She hated this part.<br/><br/>The crowds were focused on the accident, people phoning both ambulance and emergency vet care numbers as the animal lovers standing nearby heard the cries of a canine suffering from a broken leg.  Though shook, the woman and her dog would be fine, but in the alley behind her, Neviah saw a man, invisible to the rest of the world, dying.  His hair, grey and matted, curtained around his face as a feeble hand came to clutch his chest and his short stature hunched in agony.  She felt her own heart twist and they shared a painful gasp as Neviah was left standing while the old man collapsed to the pavement.  His groaning muffled out by the commotion at the corner and the talk of the gracious priest.  They praised him, the character the man must have possessed to be the first to aid the woman who nearly hit him.  The compassion of the Almighty was strong in him, and the people took notice, leaving them deaf to the muted struggle of the elderly man most would have rather pretended didn't exist in the first place.  For ever life saved there was one lost.  That was the order, and Neviah was powerless to defy it.<br/><br/>His hand would look for hers, and Neviah made sure he would find it, folding her fingers around Micheal's with a clasp that was as needy as it was sure.  Her hands no longer shook, and the storm had parted in her eyes, revealing only a certain calm in their waters as she gazed up at him.  "You're right," she finally spoke, a humble bow of her head agreeing to his demands.  "I'll tell you everything you want to know, Micheal..." she promised, but paused as her sights drifted from his face to the hand she held within her own.  "But you have to prepare yourself.  I'm afraid some of what I have to say, you're not going to like."<br/><br/>Reluctantly she released his hand first only then letting her eyes rise again to confront his stare.  She wanted to protect him, she had spent nearly his whole life protecting him, but Micheal, no longer a child, deserved to know the truth, in all the ugly details she could provide.  If she ever expected him to fulfill his destiny, she couldn't shield him forever.  This wasn't going to be easy, and she knew there was a  chance Micheal would inevitably cast off her predictions as crazy, but she had come this close for a reason, and Neviah was determined.  Eventually she would make him see the light.  "Let's go," she prompted.  "I'm sure you have a lot of questions and time is not going to be our friend."