Helen Blair looked up at him, her face pale, her eyes veiled in a thin layer of mist, emanating a captivating luster. Oliver Hoffman could see his own desolate reflection in her eyes.
She whispered, "Oliver, there's a lot you don't understand... I know I might not succeed, maybe I'll just cause more trouble by going, maybe waiting on the sidelines is the best choice, but I can't be that calm or rational. Everything is uncertain. What will he suffer during this waiting time? What accidents might happen? I can't imagine any of this, but as long as there's a glimmer of hope, I will try my best."
Oliver felt a sourness in his heart, "Is it worth it? One lapse of attention, and you might lose your own life. You've seen it, they're not ordinary people!"
Helen lowered her head, and smiled faintly, "Of course, it's worth it..."
Having said that, she put the dagger away, sat in the driver's seat, and turned to Oliver, "You should get out of the car now."