Scar scoffed in disbelief, moving closer to Ghost. Surely, he must be kidding when he said those words.

"Dude, you can't push her that way. What if she does it?"

"Go wait outside, Scar." Ghost ordered, refusing to look at him. He needed some bit of privacy to handle her.

"You sure?" Scar was hesitant, and he glanced at Ciara who had the knife still aimed at her wrist. There was no telling if she was really gonna do it or not. But Ghost was certainly not handling the situation rightly either.

They both seemed to have lost the better part of their senses and leaving them alone would be...