Her grab at him was the only thing that stopped him from continuing to walk away and he lowers the gun for a second to settle a hand over the wrist of the hand gripping his shirt. He knew she loved him. She knew she only wanted to keep him safe and that it didn't matter what else happened.

Except not being safe was the only way to keep them both safe.

"Athena. I need you get under that table because I am comin' back and I need to know that you're in a safe spot. Ava will keep you safe." Ava would keep her safe to keep herself safe, if nothing else. "But I need you to go now and I need you to be quiet. Go," he says, pulling her hand off him. "Go."

He knew it was scary. She had to hold on until he could calm her down without keeping an eye out for the bullet coming for both of them.