"How did you know?" she asked him and took a few steps back as Arsenal approached her.
"Oh, I know a lot," He replied
"But I think I heard someone mention your name to me before that's why I asked. Why did you come back here anyways?"
Ohana sighed heavily, she stared at the young man in front of her and wondered what gave her the courage to even come back in search of him. After what she had seen the previous day, she ought to have locked herself up in a closet.
"I came to look for you," she finally replied, and Arsenal was immediately touched by her words. Without context, he believed that she had come to thank him for saving her yesterday even though she was scared.
"You didn't have to come thank me," He said,
"But it's alright, you are welcome, and hey! Don't be scared of me, I won't hurt….
"I didn't come to thank you," she interjected, taking Arsenal's by surprise,
"I was looking for you because everyone else in the region is, but I'm the only one who has seen you, they don't know what you look like."
Arsenal's jaws dropped in shock, but he still didn't know why.
"You killed four Agents, so the others are looking for you. I know you tried to save me, but you could have just left me to die. Now because of you, a member of every family in this region will die." Ohana explained, wearing a worried look and avoiding Arsenal's gaze.
"I don't understand," Arsenal was fazed, none of these made sense to him, yet he felt like he had done something wrong.
"If they don't find you before sundown," Ohana continued,
"They will start to kill off those they have captured. I was on my way to the arena before thinking to stop by here and have a look."
"So you came to find me too, and turn me in?" Arsenal asked in disappointment, the fact that the person he saved was against him was unsettling.
"I knew you were strong, so… if they find you they'll release the others, I don't know what will happen afterward. I guess the General will decide your fate by himself." She kept her gaze on the floor the whole time, but she was unaware that Arsenal picked interest in this particular statement.
It felt as though the quests had just made themselves easier, or perhaps it was thanks to Ohana.
Arsenal's thought about it for a second, if the Agents got a hold of him, they might take him to the General, after which he could plot his next move.
It may not be a foolproof plan, but to him, it was worth the shot.
"Can you take me to the arena? I want to turn myself in." He said, and Ohana lifted her head in shock. The guilt was written all over her face even though she tried to hide it.
"You don't have to do that… I will feel so bad that you saved me and….
"Hush," Arsenal closed the distance between them and placed his finger on her lip.
"From what you saw, you should know that I am dangerous, so it's best to turn me in before I cause any more damage. Don't feel guilty, it's my fate." He paused and released her from his grasp.
"Lead the way," he commanded. And just like a submissive slave, she led Arsenal towards a carriage pulled by two horses.
"Aye! Living in the 14th century," He mumbled before stepping after Ohana.
"Can we make it to the arena before sundown?" He asked her, and Ohana turned to him shocked.
"We will get there in less than ten minutes," her voice was still shaking, and Arsenal couldn't help but wonder what someone as scared as her was doing outside on a restricted day.
"For the one million times, I'm not going to hurt you, geez," Arsenal slapped himself on the face, and quietly sat in the chariot while Ohana directed the horses to move in the right direction.
The silent journey lasted for just ten minutes, as Arsenal and Ohana arrived at the crowded arena. It appears that every family was there to cry, hoping that the Agents would sympathize with them and spare those that had been captured.
"This is bad," He muttered, the grief on their faces was too much to ignore, but Arsenal couldn't beat himself up for something that wasn't entirely his fault.
"How on earth do I go through this crowd? I can see the bars where the captives are held from here, it's going to be a long trek." He sighed heavily and alighted the chariot.
"Thanks, Ohana, I have to go now, I hope we meet again," he said and disappeared into the ground faster than Ohana could respond.
The young lady tried to locate him amidst the crowd of grumbling families, but he was nowhere to be found. Besides, she ought to be here pleading for her father's release, but she hated the old man enough to not care.
Sitting alone in the chariot, the weight of guilt began to weigh her down. She couldn't let someone who had saved her get killed like this, while she just stayed back like an ungrateful fellow.
Ohana couldn't take it, and believed that it was only right for her to turn herself in instead. She wasn't the most confident, but she'd rather die than live with the guilt. Afterall, she was courageous enough to go on a date with death when she stepped out the previous day.
So without further ado, she got down from the carriage and headed into the crowd, hoping to get to the bars before Arsenal.