Matias glared back, albeit silently. All the energy he would have had to argue back was dormant at this point. His blood dropped a few degrees when the slave camps were mentioned, but he remained as firm as he could. His eyes narrowed and looked towards the warehouse exit. Arms folded, his body rose and lowered as he let out an exasperated sigh.

"Fine."

He turned and left. His face glowed dully in the moonlight. From where he stood, he saw Scarlet in her current state. Under his breath, he muttered, "Oh, please". He could have sworn that he saw a few soap opera scenes that looked exactly like this.

"Scarlet."

His voice was low, almost cold.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Get back inside. We have to tend to the others."