He was gone. Fyodor had taken Brams body. Bram had died for this disgusting, repulsive, evil, sadistic, creature. Now you had not only watched your brand new father die, but also a your girl dissolve right in front of you. Now a fucking plane was just lobbed across the airport.

You were going to die here. Be crushed physically, like you were already mentally. When just before a massive piece of debris fell on you. He was there. Bram. Lifting the debris to make sure it wouldn’t crush you.