<div style="text-align: center">《 Armando 》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA campground<br/>
Addressing: Rachel, Ezra, Tobias, Kennedy</i>​</div><br/><br/>Armando had left Brazil to get his family away from the toxic masculinity, only to find it still ran rampant in american men. Rebel was throwing his weight around for reasons he didn't fully understand. He only had what he'd heard about the man. The issues spread around about his relationship with the petite Korean woman. Sou finding comfort outside of their relationship, and Hale's anger at her promiscuity. It showed insight towards the man's nature, or at least enough for Armando to assume. Unable to control her, perhaps he was lashing out and trying to control what he could. It wasn't the time to be working through shit and Armando kept his thoughts to himself, hoping all three of them made it home in one piece. At least Rebel had settled down. Apologized even. Armando could respect that. Ezra was not appeased.<br/><br/>Surprise knitted Armando's brows at Ezra's response. The dialect was different. Ezra had used grammar from Portugal, sounding wrong in the way he'd been raised, but still easily understood. His hand was knocked away but his body remained, still moving to keep himself between the two men while not escalating the situation. He sighed, relieved when Ezra moved away, but not without a scathing remark. What if the situation had been different, and he were in Ezra's place? Protecting his family. The thought of Marcia being out there with them made his blood run like ice in his veins. It was only because Armando was of value to Hale that it wasn't so. Was this whole situation, and every fuckup he made that day, putting his own in danger? Not directly, like Anise had been, but indirectly. That notion nagged at him.<br/><br/>"It's done. She's safe," Armando said, gesturing to Anise. "Anything more and it's for your own ego and to appease your anger. Save your energy. You're going to need it to keep her safe.<i>Eu sinto Muito.</i>" The apology was real. Heartfelt. Mournful almost, because he could look at Anise and imagine an younger version of Marcia. He was sorry that Ezra had that responsibility and that the community hadn't been able to do better by them. Armando was torn between wanting best for his family and feeling a duty to help innocent people. Innocent people that simply had the misfortune of lacking purpose in Hale's eyes or simply being troublesome. Resentment started to bud and he tamped it down like bile rising in the back of his throat. He moved along with Ezra back towards the small group of people, making eye contact with Rachel, prepared for her to spit in his face again.<br/><br/>"Rachel.. I need Rebel looked at." Armando understood that she was the most qualified, though asking anything might result in another in another punishing mark to the face. "Ethically, as a medical professional, you have to treat everyone indiscriminately, correct? He seems unwell, too many blows to the face, and I just want to make sure he'll be at his best when we leave at first light. The better off we are by morning, the sooner we can be out of your way. If he's still not well, we aren't going anywhere." He hoped that was enough incentive to get the man seen. He also hoped the man would listen if she did recommend a treatment plan.<br/><br/>"He's the one that asked Hale for permission to try to do more than shut the gate behind you. I know you don't appreciate it, but at some point today, I think he meant well. The KOA was a good choice." Even if she didn't want to believe it, Armando felt it was the right call and bringing them all this way likely gave them a fighting chance. He passed a pleading look to Tobias, hoping the man might help his sister see past her own anger.<br/><br/>"I'm going to get a fire going to purify the water or you're going to have a lot of sick patients." An expectant look shot towards Kennedy and any other able bodied individuals that wanted to help get it done.