Jarron gave her a few moments and then sat down in the grass directly behind her, his chest pressed against her back, legs alongside hers. She bristled slightly at his touch and he left his hands on his thighs as he looked over her shoulder at Bane. He swore just for a moment that the baby looked at him thankfully and somewhere in his gut he had the urge to coo at him just as Evil had been doing. She had relaxed somewhat and he took the opportunity to rest his chin on her shoulder, joining her cooing with his own deep sound. She tensed again but the child was so content that she sighed, tears stopping, and briefly touched her cheek to Jarrons'. Many thoughts quickly passed through their bond in that moment and for the time being, they decided not to kill the child, Evil had chosen to live and they would work on being one until something pulled them apart.
He thought to himself sometime afterward they had gotten up and moved back to the beach that it would never work between the two of them and he knew she felt the same but for now he would take it. He had started a fire for the night and watched as Evil made herself and Bane a small hollow in the sand next to it and lay down with him up against her chest and belly, closest to the warm fire. Sitting with his knees drawn up and arms crossed over them, he laid his head on his hands and sighed. When he had first met and been assigned to her, sheepishly, he had a crush on her. But the longer he was with her, the more frustrating she had become, and with the Warlords' hold on her the thought had taken a back burner. And then he remembered the first time he had met Agassiz. She was assigned to Evil as well, but more as a handler; something like a pony and a racehorse. He shook his head; Agassiz was no pony. She was just as strong willed as Evil, but calmer and more level headed. She was the one he loved. The pair of them had long broken the rules before the Warlord and Evil had, and pledged themselves to one another a few months after meeting. He brushed at his eyes, wiping a single tear as his heart broke again at her loss. He didn't even know how she died or when or even if. No one knew. And Evil was so scarred from the whole ordeal he didn't dare ask her, especially after she had transferred her memory of the rape to him that day so long ago. He shuddered at the memory. If Agba had done that to Agassiz first and then killed her; he stopped the thought, feeling sick and stood quickly. He looked down at Evil's sleeping form and sighed. They both were each other's second choice. As she had thought before he thought the same; what a sorry pair they made indeed. And he was probably not even her second choice. She had never truly loved anyone. She just didn't know how. And what she thought she felt towards the Warlord wasn't love. She was probably just excited he wanted her and felt important. And once he showed his true side she was lost. He felt sorry for her again and responsible as he walked over to add more wood to the fire. Maybe one day he would drop the memory block, but as he lay down beside her for the night, he thought not this night, and smiled slightly as she leaned back against him and yawning, fell asleep.