<div style="text-align: center">《 AKennedy 》<br/>
<i>Location: Adenblume's gates<br/>
Addressing: Anise, Armando</i><br/>​</div>Kennedy stuck alongside Anise as she picked through the gear offerings if only for emotional support. What he knew of her was that she was quiet, composed, and had a gentle nature that compelled him to stay with her until her brother returned. She was smart. She chose a fire starter and a blanket while he was eyeballing the whisky. God, he needed to be drunk. Drunk, singing, and forgetting everything until he passed out without grace or dignity. That wasn't the world anymore though, and it certainly wasn't the current circumstance. He held off picking for the moment, letting others go ahead. Some people would go; and had, but those that decided to stay together would be able to share items between them.<br/><br/>The carriage rolled up with Ezra, Rachel, and Tobias and Anise was off to meet her brother. Perfect. He was glad to see them together again. He was glad to see Rachel and Tobias, too with Tobias carrying his bag. All of it was a load off his mind.<br/>He'd taken two steps toward them when Armando caught his attention. He paused for a moment, realizing that maybe he'd brought what he asked for. He looked back over to Rachel and Tobias, giving them a wave and a pausing index finger before changing direction and beelining for Armando.<br/><br/>He met the head of security halfway and ran his hands down his face before answering. He was mentally and emotionally exhausted and had to just power through everything one step at a time.<br/><br/>"I know, I know," he admitted with a surrendering exhale. "But it's one sliver of humanity when everything else is everything but." He didn't feel he could adequately explain, especially not under the circumstances, but it was important. Symbols were important when people were broken. Brian's life and unjust death had taken on a sharper meaning for everyone who had been there to see it and hear about it. He had stood up to injustice and lost his life unjustly. Armando saw the practicality of the situation which was wholly reasonable to Kennedy. It was using time they had little of. Kennedy saw it differently.<br/><br/>"Sometimes when everything is wrong, you just need to do one thing that's right. Thank you. I know you didn't have to do any of this." Brian's body. The gun. Armando was putting himself out when he didn't need to. "I won't forget this. I mean it."<br/>Kennedy knew that as the hours and days went on, the group would start to talk about Brian, and share stories. The man would morph into someone everyone felt had been a good friend whether they'd known him or not. That was just how pain and loss worked. He'd become a martyr in their eyes; an inspiration and reason to survive.<br/><br/>He shook his head with a light sigh. "I'll just have to get a few able bodies and work fast, right?"