He followed her, because he couldn't do anything else. He always had. Always would. Even now, with the sense of the world cracking apart all around him, facing the real destruction his own daughter was capable of.

He halted when he saw the man, one hand out as if he had the power to stop any of this. "Sir, be careful- Eleanor? Eleanor, you're safe. I promise. Your mother is gone. No one here will hurt you."

He stepped forward, praying that she would look at him and see. "Come here. Come back to me."