<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel &amp; Dan》<br/>
<i>Location: Campgrounds<br/>
Addressing: Armando, Kennedy &amp; Ezra</i>​</div><br/>Rebel's eyes narrowed at Armando's version of what had happened. Most of the details were fuzzy to the man, and he had been so intent on keeping Rachel from holding people back from what they wanted that he hadn't seen the reason Armando had left the wagon. He took a step back, chin rising as he inhaled. He wet his too-dry lips, struggling to find words when everything seemed so confusing and damned<i>emotional</i>.<br/><br/>But as he was putting together the words and trying to figure out how to walk back the things he had already said, Ezra strode up and threw in his two cents'. Then there was the step forward, and Rebel spied Dan's hand moving towards his waist. With a glance in the blond's direction, Rebel shook his head slightly.<i>"Not now," </i>he warned. Everyone just needed to chill out and<i>calm the fuck down.</i><br/><br/>Apparently, Armando thought so too. He stepped between Rebel and Ezra, using his own body as a shield and completely negating Rebel's earlier accusation of being abandoned to the exiles.<br/><br/>The guard's actions shamed Rebel and he felt the hot realization that he had read the earlier situation wrong, then thrown shade where it wasn't warranted. He could see Dan looking to him for direction, and knew that he could continue to point fingers, or he could snuff the entire thing out by taking a step back and accepting his part in the mess.<br/><br/>He took an actual step back and lifted his hands in a 'settle' gesture. "Look man…you're both right." His gaze flicked from Armando to Ezra. "I fucked up. I'm only here to help get everyone away from Abendblume, I shouldn't have stepped in back at the church." Even though they were arguing about staying to pray or continuing on, even though their voices were being raised, he should have just let the exiles figure it out. Hell, he couldn't remember enough of the details to figure out exactly where he had gone wrong, but obviously, if there was<i>this much</i>of a consensus that he had been the instigator, who was he to argue?<br/><br/>"I was out of line," he said, his voice dropping to a more reasonable tone. "I was out of line, and I'm sorry." Rebel swallowed hard. Crow was best eaten warm, but it still tasted like shit.