<span style="font-style: italic">”I told them not to shoot-“</span><br/><br/>Something of shock washed over Aideen as the words came from Lucas’ mouth.<span style="font-style: italic">He</span>told them not to shoot<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>? Why? Sure, they had a past, but she was certain that it wouldn’t get in the way anymore. She was sure Lucas would have shot her on sight had he found her alone. So why now, when he had an entire troupe with him, did he still let her live? In fact, had she been shot instead of the driver, they could very well have possibly succeeded in killing Kott before he could get his mind upon them. Aideen decided to keep that information to herself. Lucas didn’t need that weight put upon him.<br/><br/>Perhaps he just wanted to do it himself? The thought went through Aideen’s mind more than once over the years. She did, after all, betray his trust. Asking him to join her only added salt to the wound. Aideen truly had his best interests at heart. She wanted Lucas, and his family, to live! And the thought never occurred to her that he would rather die then betray his race. Desperate, Aideen pleaded with him, speaking of those he loved dying around him in the years to come, but it didn’t seem to help. In retrospect, it could have seemed as though Aideen, herself, was threatening them.<br/><br/>Brows furrowed, wrinkling her smooth forehead, as she thought back on what he had just said. “I’m-“ Aideen started to apologize, but those words, they would do no good. Not coming from her. Instead, she sat in silence for what seemed like forever, when in reality it was only a few minutes. “I’m glad he’s dead.” Her admission was a whisper, as if she was afraid somebody would hear her that wasn’t supposed too. Aideen shrugged her shoulders, probably unseen in the dark, and cleared her throat gently. “He was a creep anyway.” A pause. “What demon isn’t, though.”<br/><br/>Biting her bottom lip, Aideen thought to herself. She desperately wanted to help him and his rebellion. How was she to convince him? What did she have to lose? “I want to help you..your rebellion, I mean.” She didn’t want to sound too eager, but to her own ears, Aideen wasn’t convincing herself. “I know things that could help. Not just miltia intell, but<span style="font-style: italic">things</span>that could change the way you fight…” How could Aideen refer to the enemy? As them? No, she was one of them. “…the way you fight us.” She was, after all, a demon and there was always something to remind her of that fact.