"Ha! That's assuming this place has a border at all!" Kiara gripped Vincent's hand tightly and continued running in the night. How about that. Two lone travelers who met by chance, ended up forging the greatest bond of all. All it took was some divine intervention, a couple of demons, and a whiny lecture from Death itself. All in all, not bad in the long run. Still, it sure beat traveling these deserts alone. Of course, all these thoughts and more had to be dashed as more gunshots were heard. But did Kiara really care? 

Well compared to fighting the Devil, meeting Jesus, and babysitting Death, then no. No, having gunshots flying after you was the least of your worries.

Kiara couldn't deny though, the pang of anxiety and fear from Webster's final words. How the Devil had sworn to come back for revenge or worse, possibly endangering their future. Wait, their future? That made it sound like they we-oh, no, no, no! Well, that had gone through Hell and back. . .literally. Still, did that make them. . .close?

Did she know? No. Did she care? A bit. Did it matter? Not in the present time.

Attempting a shrug, Kiara decided to think of those things when the time arrived. Because for now, they were truly living out a cowboy's ending. Running into the night with a bunch of crazy people right on their tracks.

Hand in hand.