[ Will simply held her there, close and warm, like the comfort of an old winter coat. He didn't know who she was talking about, but he knew that no matter who they were, they weren't here with them right now. If they couldn't fight him, then they could avoid him, get the people involved who could fight him. Failing that, Will could try and understand them, reason with them or at least find out what they wanted with Jill. He'd managed to save Abigail from her father, he could save Jill from this mystery man she spoke of. ]
He won't kill me, Jill. He won't kill you either, I'll see to that personally.
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He won't kill me, Jill. He won't kill you either, I'll see to that personally.
[ He didn't want to, but he had to ask. ]
Who is he? And where is he?