Bowyetta’s hair and face were still soaked with ink. It was still
difficult to see, but at least she COULD now. “You may be wanting to-”

She
yelped as she was suddenly dragged away. Once the two had gotten to
safety, she finished her sentence. “You may be wanting to check
yourself, Mr. Sir. Please to be making sure Bowyetta’s hair did not get
on you.”

The shadow seemed to hear Bowyetta’s voice. “Where are you?! Show yourselves!”

Bowyetta
jumped, and quickly produced a towel from her hair. She wiped the ink
off her face, then proceeded to sob into it, sinking to the floor. “Is
being how Bowyetta is going to die? Bowyetta has lost one of her best
friends? You may just be giving Bowyetta to her now…”

“Huh?”

He caught his breath as Bowyetta repeated. “Oh, okay…”

He started to brush himself off, but jumped at the shadow’s threats. All the hair follicles fell out because of this, what little there were. He looked in alarm as Bowyetta began sobbing.

“Wait, what?” he started, confused. Realizing she might be putting herself in danger, he went to try to quiet her down.

“Shh, shh, no, you’re not gonna die, we’re gonna get you out of here…”

Did she really still think he wanted her dead? Would she be accepting any more of his help? He wondered if it’d be better to just leave after she was safe.

“…Look, I don’t want you hurt,” he said, before taking a deep breath. This was getting to be harder to say than he thought. He took a moment to collect himself, but he still sounded choked up as he continued, “…After we get out of here, you won’t have to see me again if you don’t want…”