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Thaddeus certainly found Phoenix, as well as Scot, both in bad shape. She fell unconscious but he caught her before she could hit the floor. Before tending to Scott's wounds he carried her inside and laid her down, bundling up his jacket for her to use as a pillow. Without that jacket he was wearing an orange T-shirt, pants long socks, and sandals. He folded up his left jeans to reach inside a special pocket that he kept eight ounces of Ambrosia and a small pint of water. He gave two ounces of it to the boy, it would heal the ribs which would provide a serious problem if left unchecked. "We do what we have to Scott." He told him.

The child of death walked to the opposite side where he placed Phoenix and sat next to her. She had obviously over extended herself though he had done the same. The only difference was that his powers were stealthier, more morbid power. He killed when he could have chosen not to, without mercy, without wavering, it was a blessing but yet a curse. He took a small bit of Ambrosia to eat to gain some strength back. Putting the Ambrosia away he took out his daggers in exchange to sharpen them against each other. If any of their former misguided friends attempted to come near or even dare to harm them again he would use all his might to do what he was best at doing. What was born to do.