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“What have you done?”
The first time he heard it came out of her mouth, a surge of guilt come over him. He’s not even sure why he feels guilty when he did what he did because he have to save Hank, besides, Adalind is not a good person.
“You killed me.” She said.
“You don’t look so dead.” Sarcasm is his response to mask the weird guilt he’s feeling.
“I’m nothing now. I don’t have any powers. You’ve taken everything, I’m just like everybody else. I’m nothing.” The look on her face when she told him that... she didn’t look anywhere near the Adalind he knows.
This Adalind is broken, scared, and full of grief.
He couldn’t think of anything to say to her, so he just watch her.
She look down on the ground, looking a lot smaller than she is already. She started to drag her feet and walk out of the ruins.
Nick didn’t know what to do now.
The guilt he doesn’t know where is coming is still there, tugging at him, and whispering to him to follow her but it doesn’t tell him why he should follow her.
He’s so conflicted in leaving her be and listening to this voice inside his head.
Either way, he’s foot move on it’s own following the silently crying Adalind.
He followed her till she stops on a house that is definitely not hers. Nick thinks that maybe, this is her family’s house, though, the house doesn’t look and feel like a ‘family home’ to him.
‘What are you doing Nick?’ He asked himself, as he watched the blond girl slowly climb on the steps of to the front door.
His phone rings and seeing that it’s Monroe, he answered it immediately. Hank is saved which is such a relief, but he’s confuse and wants to know what the hell is happening — Nick just told Monroe to make up of something and hang-up when he sees Adalind walking out of the house, looking much worst than before. She got inside her car again and drive off, Nick following behind again.
She stops at a bridge, got out of her car, walks to the rails, and starts to climb up.
Nick acted fast, running to her, and hugging her waist to stop her from jumping down. “What the hell are you doing!” He screams at her, pulling her away from the rails.
She trash and screams at him to let go, he didn’t. He pins her to her car, putting both his hand on her shoulders to keep her still.
Adalind’s eye went big realizing who stops her from doing what she plans to do. “Let go of me grimm!” She started to trash again, trying to push him off and away from her.
He push her further the car, trapping her whole body with his to stop her from her protest. “No.”
Adalind’s fuming with anger. She doesn’t understand what the grimm want from her when he already took her powers away. “If you’re here to kill me, go ahead.”
“I’m not here to kill you.” He told her, still not letting her make a move.
“If you won’t kill me, I’ll just have to do it myself!” Since she can’t move her body, she head-butted him hard.
The unexpected hit got Nick making him loose his hold on her. Adalind took the chance to run back to the railings but Nick quickly recovers and grabs her wrist, pulling her back to her car.
“Why do you want to die so badly?!”
“Because I have nothing anymore!” The look she had when she came out of the house earlier resurfaced back, and the guilt he’s sporting is intensifying.
He took a breath, closing his eyes for a second to avoid her piercing blue eyes. “I only took your powers, not your whole life.” His voice were soft, not like it can give her any comfort, but he wants her to realized that not everything is about power.
“My powers is my whole life.” Tears slipped off her eyes. She hated being seen like this — so weak, and so helpless. She just wants the pain to end.
“I don’t believe that.” He told her, still determine to convince her not to end her life.
“You don’t have to. I don’t care. Just let me go, I just want to end this now.”
“No.”
She started to shake her body to get him away from her, but he was hellbent on keeping her still. She sighs tiredly, and reasoned with him “I’m a Hexenbiest, Nick. Or at least, I was. I pissed off a lot of wesen, and all of them will be happy to kill me but not before they take pleasure in humiliating and torturing me once they knew that I’m just another weak and helpless human. I won’t let them do that to me, I’d rather die now.”
“No”
“Let me go! Just let me fucking go!”
“I didn’t let you live just so you can die!” He shouted. It’s amazing how none is still calling them out or prying at what is happening with them, but he’s thankful for it — he doesn’t want to explain to anyone what’s happening.
“Why do you care if I kill myself, anyway? You of all people should be very happy that I’m doing this.”
‘Yeah, Nick. Why do you care’ He sighs, because he doesn’t really have an answer to that. All he knows is he won’t be happy if she dies. “But I’m not.” He finally answered.
She really doesn’t understand him, and it frustrate her. She push him one last time, but he just won’t let go. She push herself down the asphalt and he let her. She cries hard — harder than she ever did, she doesn’t like anyone seeing her cry, but he already seen her at her worst and she doesn’t really care anymore. “What do you want from me.” She asked him, as he crouch down to her.
“I don’t know.” He honestly answered.
“Please just let me go.”
“No.”