He was happy to be with her again, and after what he'd learned he needed her comfort. He didn't tell her what he'd learned, but promised to discuss it as soon as he could even wrap his head around the concept. It wasn't easy to assimilate all at once; a sister. One he hadn't known about, one that meant his entire world up to that point had been some kind of half truth. Because if Sarah was his sister--and his gut told him she was, all madness aside--then it meant one of his parents were alive. Or both. And that whoever it was, they were in the Vanguard.<br/><br/>Carson couldn't rest easy until they made it back to Central. He had been tense before whenever he left, but now with an actual war on and variables he could not imagine at work he found it impossible to truly relax more than enough required to sleep. Sunny, as it turned out, was resting. According to Natya the blade had been coated in some kind of toxin, and the TRIM system had barely been able to save her from the physical damage before the poison had really set in. Nat had given her an antidote, and promised to stay by her side until the symptoms cleared. Once they retired to the CIC he stripped, washed, and lay down, only opening his eyes when she spoke.<br/><br/>"Now? Now we rest, and we look for their next move." He tugged her down to lay with him, curling her in close against his side as he rested his head on his other arm. His arm stroked her shoulders as he looked up at the ceiling, thinking slowly through the events of the last few days. "That Hunter who stabbed Sunny... the woman. She's the same one who killed your brother." He paused and his hand stilled on her arm. "She claims to be my sister. Her name is Sarah. And... I'm inclined to believe her. She's mad, but there was truth in her eyes when she told me. And if she is being honest, then... it means one of my parents is still alive. And that they're in the Vanguard."