Alexander paused. Was that compassion in her voice? Pity in her eyes? The way she looked at him made him almost believe that she was a reasonable woman capable of feelings. It was enough for him to almost forget the strange wings she carried, her strange attire, the destruction of this place, the things she had done... almost.

He realized that he knew nothing about this person. Well, except that she was completely insane and not quite human, if at all.

She had a point, though. What did he have to lose? He had no family that he knew of, in and out of foster care most of his life. Having friends was difficult when you didn't have money. He had no steady job, no great place to come home to... really, what difference did it make if he hung around this crazy bitch for a while?

"Well, for starters," he began carefully, "you nearly seared that man's arm off. You've trapped me in this thrashed place with hellfire or something, threatening to take me against my will. I don't even know where we're going. I don't know why you're targeting me of all people. I may not have nothing to lose, but I don't want to end up like that man you maimed, or worse. So tell me, what do you plan to do?" If anything else, perhaps agreeing to her demands for a little while would calm everyone else down and give him a chance to escape later or get her some help. As it was right now, no one was going anywhere without at least one person getting hurt.