Carson. She took note of that, pulling her eyes from the door of the hut to look at him as he addressed her. Not thinking of the ‘ifs’ was easier said than do, she found it was the only thing running through her mind. If only he hadn’t gone, if only she hadn’t gone, if only they had been more careful, quieter, if only Carson had caught up to them, if only, if only, if only. But he was right, she needed something else to think about. Nonetheless, the fact remained that it was her fault, and the thought was eating her alive. His hand on her elbow brought he out of her daze and she gazed up to him for a long moment before flicking her eyes to her hands, nodding in agreement. She pushed herself off the ground as he pulled her up, glancing around and seeing eyes on her. Some of them looking on sympathetically, some of them angry. She tried to ignore them as Carson tugged her through the town to the waterline, she felt numb.<br/><br/>Her head was pounding, and her eyes stung. But, his voice was soft, caring, even. He was gentle with her, unlike that of Striders in the past, they put on a comforting mask for no one. Ever. She knew, she lost her dad. His harmless questions ripped her from that thought..though she wasn’t sure if she was upset about it. “My whole life, me and...Oliver were born here. Our dad died about a year ago. As for town history, it really depends what you want to know. It’s right in the middle of a raider path, which is why we’ve always had to deal with them. Everyone here acts as if nothing is wrong, that the world didn’t end and this is just another day on the calendar. I don’t get that, I just don’t get the dynamic of these people.” She sighed after her small tangent, gazing down at her bloodied hands as they walked. “People die a lot, they’ll go missing and people just shrug it off, forget even.”<br/><br/>“I’m apologizing in advance for you having to be here. People here aren’t...open minded, and they’d care less what happens to you. Just a fair warning.” She spoke quietly now, looking up to him. “I’ve tried to make a point and actually get to know people, but it doesn’t always work.” She tried to rub the blood off her hands before they reached the water, as If she finally realized it was her brother’s. It was a strange sight, seeing her so distraught, nothing had ever truly shaken her like his death. Nothing mattered enough.