Crystal sighed, squeezing her hand softly. She shook her head at her suggestion. "I honestly don't give a f*ck what they do to me," she answered. "But I can't just leave. This is not the worst thing one of the Versialles has done." Ariana did have an [i]extremely[/i] long list of people she's killed, among other 'unmoral' things. 

It didn't take long for Juliettee to reach the lesbians. When she did find them, the angel hovered over them before slowly lowering herself to the roof. The catch was they couldn't see her. She glanced over to where Bluebird was coming from. 
The sight of the body was...sickening, to say the least. Rick's arm was bending in too many ways that wasn't natural for a human. The whole front and top of his skull was smashed and splattered across the brick wall. Stray brain matter laid in the gloop of blood around the body, an eyeball hanging out of the socket. Whatever skin on his neck that wasn't covered in blood showed bruises.