Charlie was crying into your shoulder, her hands clutching your shoulders as she drew you in closer. You'd been with her since the beginning of the hotel, and hearing the news of the second extermination in a year... it felt like being thrown into a pool of lava. She couldn't look at Angel or Sir Pentious without wanting to bawl harder. This was her fault, these were her people and she was failing them.

"I-I'm trying my best, I sang, and I tried to talk them out of it but Adam is such a shitty person and-" she interrupted herself with a hiccup and moved closer to you. "And now they're gonna die and I can help them. Six months isn't enough to do anything, how would I prove myself like that? What's even the point?"

She pulled away and rubbed her eyes, smearing her makeup all over her little porcelain white face. You'd never seen her look so miserable. "Are you going to help me? You're going to help me right? Please stay, please don't leave me alone."