Only Scar Deep ((PART TWO!))

((Continuation from this thread))

Carrying Clove all the way to the big house with most of her knives, and a sword, was hard work. He never realized how heavy people really were-- he'd been by himself for most of his life. Funny thing, how people were supposed to be heavier while unconscious. Apparently, even when you sit, you're holding up some of your weight, so when you're asleep, you don't hold it up. It made Septimus regret drugging Clove.

Eventually, though, he got at least into the camp. As he walked out of the forest, he got weird looks. Carrying a drugged girl everyone knew was really aggressive and mean probably wasn't the most normal sight, though people had probably seen weirder sights in the camp before. Of course, it was a camp for half gods... what did you expect? Everyone being all happy and riding unicorns, and no one gets hurt? No.

Eventually he got the the big house, though it did hurt his back. Why, oh why, didn't he just drag her? Though he knew why. If she found any cuts on herself, then he would be dead meat. Of course, he was probably dead meat anyway. Drugging her was one thing, taking her knives was another, and he really didn't need a third strike right now. Though with Clove, it only took a half of one.

Sep walked into the big house, then into the infirmary. Some Apollo kid came up to him, and took her out of his arms. Well, that was interesting. He did it almost effortlessly, which surprised Sep. Were his arms that weak?

Anyway, they shuffled him out the door for a while, then the same guy walked in. "You do realize she was drugged?" Sep nodded, then told him in was some sort of monkey monster thing he didn't recognize. He seemed a bit skeptical, but let Sep in anyway.

Clove was still sleeping, so Septimus just sat in the chair near her bed, and waited for her to wake up. While he was waiting, he tried to think of a place where he could hide her knives and daggers. She'd taken his glasses, so it was only fair he took her knives. For a few days, at least.

The first thing that bothered Clove when she woke up was a headache. The second thing was not knowing where she was and how she'd gotten there. Oh, and not knowing why she had a headache. She lay still, not opening her eyes while trying to remember why in the world she had these issues. The last thing she remembered was talking to Septimus, walking away from camp and near the border of the woods, closing her eyes. She'd heard a noise and had opened her eyes to see a hand with a piece of cloth moving toward her face before everything had gone black. Chloroform. Clove thought. It was truly the only reason why she'd be like this. Wait, why was she lying down on something comfortable? Like, a bed.. She had been escaping camp, had cops found her and brought her to the hospital? Or had she been kidnapped by a mentally unstable freak who planned to do all sorts of nasty things to her? "What happened?" She asked nobody for no reason. She was slighty confused and the headache didn't help.

Clove opened her eyes to find reality to be less good than what she'd hoped for. No hospital, no woods and nothing that told her creepy basement. No, it looked and smelled and sounded like a place with too many teens. Clove sighed and looked around her, pressing her hand against her head, such a headache. She didn't take too long putting two and two together when she saw Septimus sitting by her bed. How dare he? Her hands went to her dagger, or rather, the places where her daggers should be. They were gone. Clove hastily checked all her daggers and found she was left with only two. She had hidden them in a place where guys just weren't allowed to search if they weren't perverts.

So Clove was stuck with only two throwing knives, a headache and a guy that almost seemed to be stalking her. Seriously, she wasn't that facinating. Besides, she needed to be feared and such, not stalked. It gave her a reputation she didn't want or need. Yet he probably had her knives and untill she had those back, she was out of options. She mentally sighed and turned to Septimus and his eterenal sunglasses. Anger flared inside her. "You used chloroform on me?!" She shouted in stunned disbelief. She still couldn't wrap her mind around it. How did he even get the stuff? "Give me back my knives." She said, scrambling out of her bed.

She wasn't too steady on her feet and even though he was quite close to the bed, she was prone to accidents. She changed her mind when her feet touched the floor. She couldn't stay here without her knives, she had to get some from the arena at least. She was defenceless. So she started walking toward the door, her legs disagreed. They were rather weak and not ready to carry her. Clove chose to ignore that. She managed to get about half way when her legs gave in and abandonded her. Clove was falling and she had only one person to blame that on, Septimus.

Septimus waited a little bit to answer her firat question-- too long. He hadn't prepared what to say, and boy she woke up fast. Much faster than he expected, but he only kept the rag on her until she was knocked out, and no longer. Soon after she'd woken up, she started looking for her daggers and knives. Oh, now she's being smart! Shit. Sep knew she would freak out when she didn't find her weapons, but that wasn't the first thing she'd adressed.

Oh yeah, that's what it was called! Chloroform! Only after that did she adress her weapons, which Sep found surprising. Her knives were her favorite possesions, much like Sep's glasses. Except her knives were pointy, and ould kill people, unlike Sep's glasses which only shrouded his identity.

"Well, first off, I knocked you out. Though you seemed to have figured that out you-- I don't think that's a very goo idea!"Clove was now walking to the door, and it was obvious she would fall. Sep got up, and caught her when she fell. "Leave and you'll never see your knives again. I've hid them in a discreet location" Yeah, if you called in his pockets a discreet location. No matter, he carried her back to her bed and let her down. "As I was saying, I knocked you out. Yes, I used chloroform, and yes, I took your knives. Precious items for precious items, you know." Sep gave a small, wickid smile, and stood over her bed. He was sure she would try to escape again, and he wanted to be there to intercept her.

When he had gotten his glasses back, they were spotless. When he had aquired the knives they were spotless. Well, he guessed if she made his glasses better, he'd have to do the same with her daggers, to make it fair. When he got out of the infirmary he would go to the armory, and sharpen them.

"Let's see if you can figure out the rest, shall we?"

Clove didn't fall. She had been falling but suddenly Septimus was there, and he caught her before she went down. Clove didn't know if she should be grateful for that, after all, he had gotten her in this ridiculous situation. Did that mean she'd have to hate him and shove a blade up his body later or was this just his responsibility now? She made up her mind when he threatened her knives. Nobody does that to her knives and get's away with it. She'd have her revenge on him for that. Yet for now she was in his arms, rather helplessly to add.

He put her back on the bed and Clove didn't attempt an escape again. She'd wait untill she had her strenght back. She looked at him with murderous eyes as he told her to figure the rest out for herself. Yet she did as he said and tried to connect the woods to the infirmary. So she had been walking on what she thought was her own. He had obviouly followed her but she hadn't been paying proper attention to her surroundings. Reminder for next time she ran, make sure she wasn't being followed. Suddenly Clove remembered she'd been singing along the way. Not good. It gave him another reason to deserve death. She glared at him more ferociously. "You heard me sing." She accused. It was strange how things like that affected Clove more than the chloroform had done. She could appreciate it, although she'd never admit that. Yet it was sort of creepy he'd basically knocked her out to drag her back to camp and watch her while passed out.

Clove thought for a moment, tentatively touching her back. No pain came and it felt as smooth as it got. A few scars but nothing new. He couldn't have dragged her without damage which meant he'd carried her all the way back to camp. A smile appeared on Clove's face as she imagined the faces of the people out there for a second. Boy carrying knocked out girl into camp, she would haven given gold to see that for multiple reasons. One, the victim wouldn't have been her and two, she would have found it hilarious. But it was just another reason to want him dead. He'd shown people she could pass out, meaning she had a weakness. Now, most people didn't carry chloroform around but still, it was risky. Yet curiosity won out for a moment. "Describe their faces as you carried me in." She demanded. She had to be part of the joke if he wanted to live.

She remembered he'd said something about precious items which earned him a disdainful look. "You have sunglasses. They hide who you are. I have knives, they keep me alive. I'm as good as dead without them." Clove said coldly. She was sure she'd stepped on enough toes on her first days. Now people here might not all be as fast with the kills it was still far to dangerous for her to be out there. "I have about five reasons to kill you know." She mused for a moment. "I wouldn't sleep if I were you. I might not have my knives but you'll never be able to keep all the knives in the world from me. I'll find one eventually and unless you give me a good reason not to, I'll just have to kill you." She said with a serious expression. She knew he could decide to kill her right there but she was careless. It didn't matter if he kept her locked up like some wild beast.

Yet there was one thing he could no longer deny, he wanted her here for some reason. Reason enough to stalk her and follow her through the woods. Enough to save her life and carry her through the woods for miles and basically risk his life to keep her here. "So tell me, why are you stalking me? I'm hardly important enough for camp at this moment and you know I don't want to stay. Why are you so intent on keeping me here?" She asked, her tone even. She figured his answer wouldn't matter all that much anyway. She was doing it for curiousity, not expecting an answer that had any influence on her desire to kill him. Getting Clove to wan you dead was easy, getting her away from those thoughts was much harder.

Sep nodded. Of course he'd heard her sing, it was the reason he wasn't discovered, after all. If she'd been paying a bit more attention, he'd probably be dead riht now. Sep knew Clove's reflexes were fast, as they must be if she was on the street for a chunk of her life. No one with slow reflexes lived very long on the streets, unless they had someone looking after them. It was do or die out there, and Sep knew it.

How did Clove know he had carried her? For all she knew he dragged her here, unless... was she aeake when he carried her in? No, she couldn't have been. She was heavy, though Sep may have just needed a workout. Making a mental note to speak with a Hepheastus kid later, Sep asked, "why does it matter? Though they probably thouht you were dead. Most people looked surprised I knocked you out." Sep gave another small smile at the last part, no matter it mayanger Clove. He would enjoy the superiority he had in this situation.

Sep shrugged. Sure, his sunglasses didn't save him now, but they had. When people saw him, his eyes were hidden, and he wouldn't go to the orphangae.

He was just about to tell her this, but she continued. She was right, Sep should watch his step. He had no doubt she would kill him at any chance, and it only made it worse they were in the same cabin. He would have to watch her, but pretend he wasn't, asto not be a creeper. "Your knives may keep you alive now, but my glasses kept me alive then. They have sentimental value... such as I am sure at least one of your knives does. As for the watching myself, I've done that my whole life. I rarely sleep, anyway." This wasn't true, the sleeping part. Usually he got eiht or nine hours of sleep each night, but if she knew, then she would have to had watched him sleep.

Was Sep a stalker? Well, yes, kind of. He had his reasons, for Clove had been attacked by a hydra last time she walked out of camp. Yet, why did he care that first time? Why did he care so much? It's not like Clove and Sep could be a couple or anything, Sep was 18, nearly 19, and she was what? Seventeen? Clove had never told Sep her age, so he had to go off of her looks. Not to sound creepy or anything.

"Every life is worth something, even if it just a scrap of something. Remember, last time you went out of bounds, you got attacked by a hydra?"

And he had to nod, why did he have to nod? A shrug would have been better than a nod. She was about to get out of the bed and try to choke him to death when she regained her brains. It was strange to Clove, she wasn't usually this impulsive at all. She waited and watched while Meatcleaver went around doing the impulsive things. Without him she was disoriented and had trouble keeping her temper under control. She needed to learn to manage it again. She guessed she'd manage soon enough and just had to control herself around him, which was a lot harder than with other people somehow.

Clove took a deep breath to calm herself down while trying to formulate a plan. Things guys like that will make them give girls the things they want. What in the world did girls do to get what they wanted? Clove couldn't figure it out. Yet suddenly she remembered Glamour and her ability to flirt herself out of every problem. She looked older than she actually was and abused that to very serious effects. She had a battle plan. "They should know better." She commented with a smile that wasn't part of the plan. "I'm like a tooth ache, you might lose me for a while but I'll always come back." She joked.

She nodded when he told about his glasses being important for him and all. She understood that and it was the same for her knives. She shrugged the little amount of sleeping off and swung her legs out of the bed again. Now how did Glamour do this? Clove didn't really know and she didn't want to fail. How to do this flirting thing? Oh how she wished Glamour was around to give her some advice, or rather shoot the guy but that wasn't really an option. "I suppose I'll just have to keep an eye on you." Clove said with a smile and a wink. Okay, maybe she could actually do this. Or try to do it without making things worse.

Clove wrecked her mind for something seductive to say to that comment about every life being worth something. Nothing jumped to mind. She got up on her feet again and walked over to Septimus, trying very hard not to look intimidating for a change. What now? Twirl her hair? Or give him a hug? No, she wouldn't hear the end of that. She'd just go for smiling and trying without touching him, yes, she just needed her knives back after all. After that she could want to kill him again.

So Clove smiled and bit her bottom lip, blinking at him with big and innocent eyes. She was probably overdoing it by far too much but she didn't exactly know how to do this so she guessed she'd messed up enough to have it unfixable already. "Can I please have my knives back?" She asked sweetly, or begged, depending on your view. She thought she was doing everything the way Glamour did, or was she forgetting something? Did she need to flip her hair? She couldn't it was in a ponytail. Oh dear, did that mean she wasn't flirting or did her hair have nothing to do with it? She hoped not, or she would be in trouble. "If I have my knives I'm not afraid of the big bad hydra. I'll survive, I promise." She tried, sounding sweet, honest and innocent. So unlike her but she was willing to do that, for her knives.

((You took my color...))

Was she... flirting with him? Either that or she'd had a major change in heart, and didn't mind him taking her knives at all. The first one seemed more likely, as unlikely as it was. Clove was very attatched to her knives, and would do practically anything for them. Probably murder him, if she had to.

At first, Sep was worried about her getting up. What if she made a run for it? No, she wouldn't, not without her knives. Instead of running, she started flirting again. Okay, the wink and smile was overdoing it-- it had just given her away. Clove wouldn't smile right after talking about killing Sep in his sleep. Well, unless she had killed him. Or if she'd gotten her knives back, which so far, was not happening.

The making the eyes wider didn't help her case. All this was doing was anmoying Sep, couldn't Clove see that? Apparently not, because she asked for her knives again, and said she could fiht the hydra with them if she had them. Well, obviously, but Sep wasn't giving them back. Not for a few days at least. Not until they were even. Besides, Sep was sure sje had at least one left, because he hadn't checked everywhere on her person. Gods, she would have been really offended by that...

Sep could barely believe she was even trying this. Had she even flirted before? Well, Sep hadn't, but he knew it should be at least a little subtle... to get what you want at least. You can't just expect to obviously flirt for about two minutes, then expect to get what you want.

"Yea--no." At this, Sep forced her back into her bed, and went to lean against the door. So this is what a mother felt like. "Obvious flirting doesn't work with me. No knives. Not yet, anyway. Maybe wait a few days. Maybe"

((In the past, white didn't work, but i'm back on white now... *nods* and for the people who do not get the French thing, it means: For example xD))

To say Clove was disappointed that her tactic didn't work was an understatement. She was bitter and not happy at all. But she managed to control herself, for a change. Perhaps it was knowing that he tended to make her freak out that kept her calm this time. "Hmm. Wait a few days? I don't think so. You want me to live? Give me my knives or start carving my tombstone." She said. It was almost true. Most people at camp weren't too fond of her for as far as she knew and so she needed her knives to stay feared and thereby, safe. It was a fair and logical request, brought to him calmly. She was starting to act like herself again. Strong, confident and proud. She honestly shouldn't be and wasn't the hothead she'd been behaving like to him.

He forced her back into bed, sort of. She didn't really struggle all that much. He went to lean against the doorway, fine. He was near an escape route that she planned to use, after getting something he was attached to. Clove got right out of bed again. "You'd have to tie me up you know." She said calmly. "I can go from my bed all day long, as I currently have nowhere better to go. You'll have to keep putting me back there and that's quite the tiresome business." Clove said with an arrogant type of smile. It was true of course. She had all day untill she had her knives back. Soon.

Clove still had two knives and a less than frriendly plan to get the rest of them back. She walked up to him again and she could feel her legs being a little more steady this time. She was recovering. Clove smiled at him. "So that didn't work, I expected that. I'm not much of a flirt and I'm pretty sure it wasn't impressive." She admitted, although she knew that her first try had been a complete failure. "But there are other ways to get what I want." She said with a wicked smile.

Clove leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. "Pour example." She said and grabbed his sunglasses, stepped back a few paces. She dipped her hand into her shirt and retrieved one of her two last knives. It was meant for throwing but she could stab with it, risking cutting her own hands in. That didn't matter as long as she got her knives back. Clove smiled as she held her knife above the sunglasses. "Give them back or your glasses I shall break." She summarised. He could hardly say no to that.

Ares, god of war

Ares had just finished a battle. It was one of the bloodiest battles since Sparta. That reminded him of his kids. Strong, powerful, and awesome. He didn't really like the "claim you children by the time they were thirteen" rule, but he had to live with it thanks to Percy Jackson. That brought him to another demigod, Clove Tyler, his daughter. She was worth his attention. He cuckled right before he snapped his fingers and appeared in frot of his daughter and another boy. She was blackmailing him. That was his girl!

"Hey kid," Ares said turning to Clove, "Keep doing that and you might be worth some of my time." He chuckled again and the fire in his eyes glowed redder and hotter. He was trying to make his daughter and the other boy get into a fight. Now that would be interesting. The best kind of was was among family. "Kid. I'm gonna make this quick. I've got people to see, fights to start. Ya know." He pulled something out of his back pocket. "Yeah. I do't know if you like necklaces but here, catch."He threw the necklace at Clove. It has only one charm on it. The charm had a sword on it. "Just think of what weapon you want and pull on the charm." And with that he disappeared leaving only the smell of blood in the air.

((Congrats to Clove, the new daughter of Ares!))

((Ignore that this was posted with Arty, I reeeally don't feel like retyping it.))

Septimus was sure Clove could live a few days without her knives, really. He was sure she had at least one knife, because, he was sure Clove had hidden some in places only pervs would look. Sep was proud to say, that was one thing he was not. "I'm sure you could survive three days without knives. There are always some at the armory." It was true, they had what seemed like a never ending supply of knives. Wheneve r Sep looked, there were at least three more than there was two minutes before. Septimus guessed this was because they were probably the easiest weapon to make, and the Hepheastus kids were either newbies or lazy.

Okay, she wasn't going to stay in the bed. The only other exit from the room was the window, which, luckily, was locked. It would take her long enough to undo the latch that Sep would be over there before she got out. There was no real threat of he standing, except the fact she could run over to Sep and cut him to pieces. Well, she would have to find out where he put the knives first, he was sure she wouldn't risk her knives just to kill him.

Heck, he guessed she would kill him if he didn't tell her where one knife was. Especially the one that was sharper than the others. It obviously wasn't used as much, so maybe... if he hid that one, and gave her the rest... but where would he hide it? How would he get a chance to hide it? His answer came soon enough, when Clove stole his sunglasses. Again. He blinked at the sudden light, and saw her holding a knife out to them, threatening to murder them.

"Lemme have time to think." Sep walked over to the chair, and pretended to think. He pust his hand in his hoodie pocket, searching for the sharp knife. He remembered what it felt like, and was lucky it was on top, and didn't makr much noise. He slipped it into his sleeve, and hunched over, pretending to think, while also protecting his eyes. Secretly, he stuck the knife in between the cushion and the actual chair. "Fine, I'll--" He was suddenly interrupted by Clove's claiming. Ares. It made perfect sense. As soon as Ares left, Sep continued. "As I was about to say, before I was rudely interrupted, I'll give you your knives. Except for one, which I hid, they're in my pockets." Sep was sligtly mad, because Clove had been claimed before him. He'd been here longer than her, and deserved to be claimed before her.

Septimus took out all the knives except for one, which was hidden under him. "You see, all but one here. The last one I think had... ah, sentimental value. I figured you'd want that one more, so I thought it better not to have it on me." Sep hoped she believed his story. Otherwise, he was screwed for life. Literally, she would kill him. "I can show you where it is, if you want."

Clove wasn't too happy with him claiming she could live without her own knives for three days. How did he think she'd manage that? "But the armory knives are usually really poor quality. Could you fight with a sword that doesn't have balance? I doubt it. Just give me my knives back." She said, having patiently explained the problem to him. These knives were all special to her in ways he obviously wouldn't imagine. Spoils of war, so to speak. Apart from the few that had been gifted, which were even dearer to her.

Septimus, suddenly wanting to think about giving them back, went to sit in the chair. Clove watched his every move to make sure he wasn't going to make a grab for them. In that case she'd have to kill them or stab his hand. Both weren't the best options. It wasn't like she inteded to have him leave the room without giving her knives back, no matter how much he was bleeding. If only she had Meatcleavers knife, she could have tried cutting the answer out of him.

Yet suddenly, a strangely warm feeling spread over Clove, choas and destruction as a man suddenly appeared. Clove felt it before he said it, this was her father. He complimented her and Clove, had she been any less tough, would have cried of happiness right there and then. She caught the necklace he'd thrown at her and put it around her neck. "Thanks dad." She said with her wicked newspaper smile. He disappeared again, leaving one very lethal daughter behind. With every possible weapon in her arsenal, Clove had just transformed from merely dangerous into absolutely lethal.

Clove stepped from the bed and walked up to Septimus, the glasses on the bed, her throwing knife back where it belonged. She grabbed the charm and pulled, and one very wicked torture knife appeared. Clove smiled like a mass murderer as she approached Septimus. "Just sit still and it won't hurt a thing." The newly claimed daughter of Ares promised. She pressed the daggerpoint to one of his collarbones as she retrieved all the knives but the one from Meatcleaver from his hands. She didn't harm him, as she'd promised but the temptation was extremely big knowing he had her favorite knife.

'Just think of what weapon you want.' Her father had said and Clove needed to test that. She touched the pummel of the dagger agaist the cord of the necklace and it transformed back into a charm. This time, Clove thought of a gun when she pulled the charm and surely, a gun appeared. Doubting any restrictions had been placed by her father, Clove loved the gift as dearly as the knife from Meatcleaver, which was her most prized possesion. She laughed like a maniac and aimed the gun at Septimus. "Oh, please do show me." She said, finally in control again.

Sep shrugged. "Too bad." If she wanted knives, she would have to get some from the armory, or just live without them. He was sure she could manage three days, at the most. It wasn't as if he planned to keep her knives forever. She'd given him her glasses after a few days, so he'll return the knives in three days. Simple as that.

Okay, he'd fooled her, now he needed a fake hiding spot, and a reason for why it wouldn't be there. He could say that someone must have stolen it, and tried to look surprised... yes, that would work. Now was the fact of where to put say he'd put it... this was the hard part. There were so many variables, so many different plans... or he could have left it with someone. Who did Clove know? Maybe Alex...?

Well, that was his best bet. Clove may have met Alex, who was the son of Aphrodite. Sep had helped him move in, while he was hanging out in the Hermes cabin. Clove took the knives while holding her new gift to his neck, not even noticing the knife in between the cushion and chair. Thank the gods, that surely would have gotten him killed. The next thing Clove did made him think he was actually going to die, right there and then. A... gun? Pointed ight at his head. Oh, this was not goo. Not good at all. "...Or you could just use a gun..."

Couldn't Ares have put any restrictions on it? Now half the camp was in danger of death. "Have you met Alex? Not the one from... nevermind. The one at camp. I gave it to him." He had just sent Alex to his death. Sep had a feeling he wouldn't be too happy about this, but he could explain later...

((THIS. IS. SO. FRIKKIN. SHORT. I sowwy 3:))

Clove, finally having the location of her knife, put her gun away, grabbing Septimus by the shirt and dragging him out of the big house. She got quite a lot of stares and on child of Apollo tried to stop her but one glare was enough to change his mind. Clove was feeling pleased with herself at that point. She looked back at Septimus, whom she was still dragging. "I could use a gun." She confirmed and stopped for a moment and looked at him. He didn't look too good. Worried perhaps? Not all that big and bad after all, huh? She let go of his shirt, an act of kindness but he wasn't allowed to flee now. Clove needed to take a proper hold of him and so she grabbed his hand and dragged him along by that.

Clove knew exactly where her goal was and she didn't like it. It was like one of her worst nightmares, going to visit the Aphrodite cabin. She hated the Goddess and had hoped she wouldn't have to go near it, ever. Well, no such thing now. At least it was Alex, she knew him and could always pretend she was there for make-up. Oh right, she was going to mess with the stuff and buy a dress, if she got the chance. Clove was thinking an orange dress, strapless. Clove shook her head, wondering if she was already getting infected by Aphrodite again when she noticed she was on the doorstep of the cabin. Yes, that must have been it. Love and vanity were layered on the walls so thickly that it was almost odd to see.

Clove grabbed one of her knives out of her now almost complete selection and threw it through the doorway, straight into the heart of one of the man on the posters. The giggling and such stopped and a lot of offended faces looked at her for a moment before breaking down to gossip. Clove, realising she was still holding Septimus' hand, quickly let it go. "Don't you dare run away now, Sunglasses. You need to save me from the evil love magic." She whispered at him so that Aphrodite's kids couldn't hear.

She, rather rudely, walked into the cabin, taking out one of her knives. She looked around, making sure she had all the attention in the deadly silence. "Where is Alex? He'd better come out right now if he wants nobody to get hurt." Clove said, throwing her knife up and catching it for emphasis. She'd throw a knife at his head the moment he was in her view. She wouldn't hit but he knew that she didn't miss unless she wanted to. He should be scared and for good reasons. Clove was angry at him and unless he'd give her the knife, hell hath no such fury.