[i]Vance looked over at Victoria, his expression conflicting. For a moment, he looked to be almost in admiration; on the the other hand, a tad bit jealous. But these appearances were wiped out soon after as he pondered what to do; he couldn't leave Victoria there to continue the slaughter he began. He couldn't let another person die.... He shook his head at the Sororitas in disagreement.[/i] "You're coming with, or nobody's leaving," [i]He said flatly, eyes meeting Victoria's. His own eyes were dry, no longer capable of crying in the current situation they were in; he had grown far too used to it. Vance would've extended a hand, if both his arms weren't preoccupied.[/i]