Mercy was staring in bewilderment at Will as he suddenly began walking toward them, something between hurt and anger on his face. Her breath hitched in her throat at his words and she turned her gaze to him, tears welled in her eyes, panic evident too. "Yes. Yes, but we can't- we can't talk right now." She murmured softly in response, intertwining her fingers with Ajax's as she turned to face Will. He went straight for Ajax, even as Mercy began to speak, and wound up to punch him in the jaw. She had shoved him backward and onto the ground before she realized She was even moving.

When Mercy intertwined her fingers with his he knew. Ajax's ears started ringing and he swore his vision was getting blurry. She remembered. She remembered HIM. She knew who he was. What they had been through. He was so in shock he didn't even realize Will was near them until he saw Mercy shove the man backwards. He then took action with slightly wider eyes than normal, grabbing her wrist. "Don't. He doesn't understand." He said quietly, glancing at Will. "I'd rather him punch me a few times than never forgive you." Ajax was still trying to comprehend everything. Most of him- overjoyed. Mercy KNEW him. But some part of him? Didn't want to tear her away from her life. The rest again? Terrified SHE wouldn't want to leave. The one small part that was still functioning correctly? Realizing she was still alive. They were living separate worlds. He was dead. He was a DEMON for crying out loud. He couldn't be near her.