Kai watched Warren quietly, waiting for an answer and never letting go of his hand. What she saw through their bond cut her deep. That face. While she'd never seen it before, she knew exactly who it was without even needing to be told. The feelings that came along with the memory of that face crippled her, but she kept her composure, fighting the tears; she refused to cry.<br/><br/>Lifting Warren's arm, she draped it over her shoulders before wrapping her arms around his waist, her head against his chest. She had no words; what could she say; 'let's kill the bitch' didn't exactly seem appropriate in her mind. Feeling so....helpless, hugging him was the only way she knew how to comfort him in that moment. It seemed so...well, like it wasn't enough, but she didn't know what else to do. She had to do something though.<br/><br/>Looking at Brandt, her eyes held so many emotions and one question: what were they going to do?