( Unfortunately for Carlisle, that suggestion is... pretty much the worst one he could make when Kate has only just wrangled her temper under control. Her eyes narrow, gaze levelled firmly at Carlisle's head, eyes alight with something more than simple defiance.

How dare he? )

No. Never.

( Of all the things to ask her. To tell her to stay away from battle, when doing so—

Visions of getting to her friends only to see Marc be caught and killed before her eyes dance in the front of her mind. )

Why the hell am I supposed to be okay with people dying? I'm not more important than anyone else here, Carlisle.