Law's eyes met with the woman's eyes and he moved closer to her. [color=f26522]"Look you need to leave now."[/color] in an almost hushed tone to her, [color=f26522]"I don't know why you are doing this or to what end. That doesn't matter now. What matter's is that you leave. You and your friend need to go."[/color] 

[i]Why was I doing this? This person was about to massacre this politician and potentially harm others. She has gifts thought. They both have gifts like me. Maybe something good could come out of this? Or perhaps I am a psycho[/i] His thoughts faded away as he scanned the faces in horror. His song had worked on some of the bystanders and guards as well. People were sobbing and speaking to themselves about stories long past. Other's were hitting the ground in regret. 

[i]Every time I let these songs go people go to the places that they never wanted to revisit. Am I a monster for doing this? No. No this is for there own good.[/i]