After Delilah left the coffee shop, Isiah decided to follow her. He had no clue why she visited a pile of ash and burned wood, and a prison. Isiah started to piece it together. She burned her house down ad the person inside the prison that she was visiting was blamed for it. Then Delilah came out of the installation looking so angry, it would make hell look like a candy shop. "Isiah?" She said his name, without even looking at him. Feeling him near was enough.

"Delilah." He said factually.

"Have you been following me?" Her eyes turned as calm as still waters.

"Only to make sure that you weren't getting into trouble." She spun around and screamed at him.

"You just met me!! You have no right to be following me around!!! You were probably trying to figure me out, watching me from a distance, like a stalker!!!!" Delilah's hands shook with uncontrollable anger. "I'm going to go now." Then she unfolded her wings and flew off again. This time though, Isiah was ready. He bolted after her and grabbed her wrist.

"Just hear me out. Please." Her looked at her puppy eyes. She was immune. She bored into his eyes as she grabbed a plastic fork from her pocket, and stabbed his hand with it.

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Delilah had no idea what she just did. She didn't know where she was going, or when she was going to get there. The one thing she did know, was that she had become cold. Gone was her good-natured smile forever. She swore that she would never be kind to anyone, because they only hurt you. Suddenly, Delilah knew where she was going.

When her feet touched the cold tile if the weaponry factory, she barely registered the change in temperature. Delilah walked through the hallways like she had done it her entire life, and she had. Delilah knew exactly where to go. Right, right, left, right again. She was in the room where they used to forge swords. She was glad her father taught her how to make one.