Ellis looked over and gave Abigail one hell of a look. Not because he didn't believe her dreams, dreams were an incomprehensible concept that everyone has and they interpret them. It's the fact that Abigail, a victim just as all the other dead girls, would blame herself for the machinations of her father. He didn't mind his hands being gripped tight, he knows survival mechanisms when he saw them.
"Yer blamin' yerself for doin' what you needed to do to stay alive," he said, gently pulling her closer to him, "Yer father knew he could overpower ya, kill ya when he had the chance. And I'm glad he ain't alive anymore because I would've pumped him full of lead." And he would've. El is no stranger to spilling someone else's blood but he knew the difference.
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"Yer blamin' yerself for doin' what you needed to do to stay alive," he said, gently pulling her closer to him, "Yer father knew he could overpower ya, kill ya when he had the chance. And I'm glad he ain't alive anymore because I would've pumped him full of lead." And he would've. El is no stranger to spilling someone else's blood but he knew the difference.