<div style="text-align: center">《 Armando 》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA Campgrounds<br/>
Addressing: Rebel</i>​</div><br/><br/>Armando snapped his attention back to Rebel.<br/><br/>"Excuse me? I didn't step in? Why do you think I left the carriage in the first fucking place? To pick god damned flowers?" Armando was offended. He'd risked a great deal to try and do what he could for the people cast aside.<br/><br/>"I was worried he was going to shoot you, so I jumped down from the carriage to watch his hands." He would have taken a shot out on Kennedy if he'd went for the weapon he'd given him, but likely Rebel hadn't realized that. He only saw it as 'abandoning' his post.<br/><br/>"I got hit in the face stepping in to break you two up. And I've seen Stuart fuck off and leave the horses for hours. Usually they<i>stand</i>. I'm pretty certain they would have spooked with me on board or not. Something had them bothered. I imagine it was the necros in the church no one was paying attention to except that one," he pointed towards Ezra, "because you were too busy slinging insults. Is that how you're used to talking to people?" Armando made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat.<br/><br/>"Sure, though." Armando threw up a hand, accepting responsibility for what he accused. "Bringing the horses out at all is on me. That was where I went wrong, and you're right. I got them killed." Armando nodded. He didn't feel good about it, but he admitted it. "Putting my ass out there to try and help these people that obviously need it. So, fuck you, in that instance, for adding fuel to a shitstorm that didn't need it in the first place when everyone else is just trying to do their damned best with not enough of anything. Either I moved to help you once that<i>faggot </i>decided to put you in your place for running that fucking mouth of yours, or I abandoned my post, but it's one or the other. Not both. Pick one."