Uriah clutched the dagger and spun around with the intent to cut Luna. Maya was on the ground screaming. His eyes had the same look as when he looked at the kids. "Don't make me hurt you." Uriah wasn't one to fight but he would if he had to. "I don't know who you are. And I don't need someone to think I'm someone else. I have other problems. So leave me alone." He stood protectively in front of Maya. As Uriah was dealing with Luna Maya began to crawl away. With her injury there was no way she would be able to help Uriah.
Luna didn’t move a muscle as Uriah spun around. She caught sight of Maya crawling away and checked the color of the fletching on the arrow. It was green. Maya should be dead before she could call out for help from the poison now in her body, but that scream probably alerted some anyway. Luna looked back at Uriah her eyes filled with sadness and determination as all she got in return was utter hatred. She took a deep breath, “No. You are Uriah of White Wings. Over a year ago your life was spared by an assassin from Black Claw named Zhavia. She’s dead now after a mission gone wrong in an attempt to find out more about what goes on here. In the year between then and now you traveled with Sparrow. I don’t know what. You helped rescue a little girl that came from here as well, Esmae. She became a lot kinder after meeting you. You have more than just ‘someone’ thinking your Uriah. A-And, dios, I knew we sh-shouldn’t have sent you here.”
Luna could feel her old mask slip away as her emotions started to get the better of her. She just wanted him to believe her so he would come with her and they could get out of this infierno.