Ace Tyrant
"Ace!"
A hand clasped his shoulder quite tightly causing him to be tugged backwards somewhat, though after regaining his balance he quickly moved back into his usual posture. The blonde glanced over his shoulder at Ember's expression but could not quite read what it exactly meant. She stepped between the pair, seeming defensive to him which normally would have pleased him greatly, but at this point enraged him. "STOP. What are you doing? E..Ember!?!" Ace pleaded, pushing past her so he could keep the raven haired woman in sight, though his companion still seemed as instinct driven as usual.
Ace's heart more or less shattered on the spot as Jennifer reached for the dog instead of him. She did not seem to even recognize his face, and being honest he barely could identify her. Where was this muscled feminine figure? Where was the cold instinct shining in her eyes? Where was the soft words of "Hello again Blondie..."? Instead of all that she was stumbling around like the elk he had clumsily shot earlier. It hurt. It probably hurt more than thinking she was dead.
"Please,"
"I don't--please don't kill me. I don't want to die."
"I don't want to die. I'll run away. Far away, I'll never come back, please."
"I don't want to die."
"JENN FOR FUCKS SAKE WHERE IS YOUR GUN?" Ace bellowed, tears now dripping from his cheeks at quite a speed. It was odd for the man to so much as raise his voice, let alone swear with such little thought. His emotions were clearly somewhere around manic depression. He did not understand. Was this even his Jenn? He was pretty sure he could not love the woman sat in front of him now, he could only pity her. "Jenn...Jenn It's Ace. Do you really think I would hurt you." He said, his words still rambling but tone somewhat softer, though this was quite forced. "I owe you after all. Remember?"
"Stop crying and lead us to your cabin."
"I won't kill you, but please just follow us. You'll have a place to sleep and of course, the dog will be there, too."
To be honest he needed to hear those words. He needed some support and instruction, and even though Ember lacked the emotional side of it she definitely started helping with the basics. "O..okay." He whispered before getting to his feet, dusting his muddy knees and clicking his fingers gently so that Champ would trot along very closely to Jennifer as he seemed to be her only sign of comfort. "Please come with us. You don't want to be out at night." He explained, now rather monotone though his eyes remained glassy. The German Shep's fur lightly dusted against her calves as he kept up with the pace of walking.
Ace once again glanced over his shoulder at Owsla, now clothed in a rather intimidating but wonderful suit. It was more astectically pleasing than her Father's atleast; it lacked the creepy grin that sometimes had often crept into nightmares. He waved his hand briefly telling her to follow at the back of the group, before pausing. "Owsla are you and your Dad staying with us tonight too? Has he headed somewhere else." He questioned in the same, unpleasant and foreign sounding monotone voice.
Ember and Ace walked ahead of the pack at a brisk pace towards his cabin. Every few seconds or so Ace would let out a pitiful sounding sob as well as dripping a few teardrops into the grass. It was pathetic really. It was just such a huge shock and a lot to take in to a simple man like himself. Slowly he found himself edging towards the girl until he placed a hand upon her arm and looked up at Ember with the most desperate expression. "Help me. I..Is it even her? I don't understand..surely..." He mumbled, mostly to himself rather than the Neco.