Kerrigan knew that she wouldn't be the only one heading to the building. Her knives were already stained with blood from the Cornucopia. She watched as the girl ran in front of her. It would be easy to throw a knife and end her life as she'd had countless others, first with a rifle or a knife like this one, then her wing blades.

But this one was young.

"Stop!" It was a command and if Helena turned she would see one knife raised in Kerrigan's hand, ready to let fly at a moment's notice.