Death, War, Strife, and Fury left the clearing. It was only Fear and Whisper there. Whisper walked up to the adreen.

"Why do you want to talk to me?" She asked. Fear looked to her.

"Why did you do it?" He asked her harshly. Whisper looked taken back.

"What do you mean? Why did I do what?" She asked him with equal force in her voice, refusing to make herself seem weak.

"Betray me." He hissed out.

"I never betrayed you." Whisper spat at him.

"Then why do I have this?" Fear asked as he moved the trench coat out of the way and you could see three deep cuts in his skin and through his shirt. There was blood stains on the shirt around where the cuts were.

Whisper gasped. She didn't know she had caused that much damage. Whisper ran her fingers over the wound. Fear held his breath as slight pain throbbed around that part of his chest.

"I'm sorry..." Whisper uttered.

"I didn't mean to." She said guiltily. Fear paused. He expected that she had done it purposely, that she was just under cover for this council the others kept babbling about.

"I had to.. I couldn't watch you and my father fight like that.. I was trying to stop myself from having to pick a side.. you or my kin..." Whisper explained, her voice cracking. Fear looked down at the nephilim. Her head was bent down, she still had her hand on his chest.