[As he holds her, his head falls over the top of hers, tucking her head under his chin. His breathing is steady, but his emotions are not- it's like a whirlwind of chaos that he can't control, seeing the apartment tossed about like this. He's scared that the blood is Aether's, because he's not sure if the man carried any kind of knife on him. Sure he had his vision, but searing flames wouldn't cause that spill.]

I know, and I'm sorry.

[There's not much consolation to give here, knowing that he'd failed again to protect the twins.]

I should have been here and I wasn't. I'm sorry. That's on me.

[No more being able to rely on his guys- not that they aren't capable, but they're just not up to snuff against people with the gods backing them.]

I talked to him a few hours ago, so they couldn't of gotten far. Do you want me to take you anywhere while I figure this out? Somewhere safe, somewhere where they'd have quite the time trying to find you.