Swiping her hand away once more, Kyza looked Tara dead in the eyes with his cold stare. His face told the story of a man who did not wish for help of any kind. Her fake tears did not change his expression. He did not wish for her to die, but he would rather go alone than with this kid.<br/><br/>"I don't need any help," he told her coldly. "If I wanted help, I would have told you. Follow me if you want, but don't you dare get in my way, and don't try to grab my hand anymore. And, please, stop talking!"