<div style="text-align: center">《 Owen and Clive 》<br/>
<i>Location: Highway 2 before KOA; stopped<br/>
Addressing: The Wilson brothers, Miles </i>​</div><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FKIbqurr.jpg%3F1&amp;hash=24a7773561dbc4aac99c395efdc7dd6c" title="KIbqurr.jpg">
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</div>"That's terrible," Owen said with a shake of his head. "What would you do going towards Abendblume?" Was he passing by or curious about the state of the community? He shrugged. Regardless, Owen wanted a look for himself even if it was just him and his brother. He was confident Clive wouldn't let him do it on his own. This situation was exactly what big brother's were for. It seemed that the Wilson brothers were of the same mind as well, even if one was a little more reluctant than the other.<br/><br/>When Clive headed back their direction on foot he had a bookbag slung over his shoulder and it looked like he'd added to its contents. He wasn't as coldhearted as he came off. At least not when it came to people potentially in need right under his nose. It was easier to ignore the nameless when they hardly ever crossed paths and Clive didn't have to give them second thought. Clive wasn't a bad person. Sometimes he just needed a push to engage with business outside of his own. By that point, Miles had turned around and rejoined them as well, rethinking his original plan.<br/><br/>"No trouble," Clive hoped. "We can check it out from a distance, see what it looks like they're doing, and maybe leave them to find something in the morning. A little help in a trying time, but don't get too close and don't offer anyone a couch to crash on, for God sake. These aren't stray cats you can swaddle and bring home on a whim. They very well might be dangerous or disturbed."<br/><br/>"Miles thinks this is Hale's more indirect way of putting people down. So as to not shit where he eats," Owen explained the conversation and speculation that had gone on while his brother had parked the truck. "Don't you think we should find out so we know if we should ever do business with Hale again?"<br/><br/>"We keep doing business with Hale one way or another. I'm not about to let someone else's problems become my own. We stop meeting his needs all of a sudden and he's going to send someone knocking." Clive shook his head. That was the last thing they needed. Better if they didn't know some things and stayed in the dark. Morality was skewed now and people did their own thing to survive. No community was without its problems. Hale relied on the firewood and building material to keep Abendblume comfortable and safe. As far as Clive was concerned, that was still a good thing regardless of the decisions made by the leader, all of which were speculation at that point.<br/><br/>"You know best," Owen said to his brother, then looked back to Miles. "Hey. Where's Loretta? She'd probably enjoy some of those pears if you want to take some back to her."