He stood there covered in Gabe's blood, his face covered with splatter marks as if someone flicked a paint brush at him. His shirt clung to his body with both their blood, his arms and hands covered completely almost like a rain stain that wouldn't be washed away. He held Gabe's heart in his hand looking down at it, the lifeless thing was still and cold as he dropped it at his feet next to it's owners body. Claira watched from the floor as she lifted her body getting to her knees cradling her head. He looked like an animal standing there covered in blood not moving. She was scared that he had gone into shock, he had just killed his own men, his father's men, and all for her.
"Diego?" her voice was a whisper as she broke the spell that he was in. She look to the left of her and saw Jason laying on the floor a pool of blood around him he was unconscious but the rise and fall of his chest reassured her that he was still breathing. "Jason?" she croaked before coughing.
