He pulled on the clothes without speaking, grateful beyond words for Malia's help. He waited a while before he decided to speak, slowly shaking his head. "I assume they're in Sunny's room, or Nat's. She would have made sure Sunny didn't have to deal with more than she could put up with in a day." He paused. He was back in Central, but his day wasn't done yet. He looked down at his soup. "Letto's dead," he told her dully. "Sarah must have killed him. It's... I went to see her. Before they added her body to the pyres. She looked so... calm, like that. Like maybe she could have been a normal girl, instead of the bloodthirsty psychopath she'd become.<br/><br/>"Instead of what my father made her." Carson picked up his spoon and tried to force himself to eat a bite, but he had no appetite. He stirred the liquid for a moment before he sighed and glanced at her. "I need to make sure Letto is put to rest. Don't worry, I'm not going to go get all dirty again. I just want to make sure his body is buried like it should be." He stood and turned to the door, but as soon as he opened it he was confronted with a woman.<br/><br/>She was a Strider, too. A few inches shorter than Carson, but at least twice his age. Gray streaked her red hair, and her hazel eyes had an amused twinkle to them. The shape of her face wasn't entirely unlike his own--in fact, she looked like a much older version of Sarah. "So, you're Carson," she said briskly, hands on her hips. Her armor was smeared with dust and blood alike, and her coat was in need of a cleaning. Three knives--one on either hip and then a third across her chest--hung off her armor. A sturdy-looking rifle was slung tightly over her back. "I was wondering just how long I'd have to wait to meet my nephew."<br/><br/>Carson blinked in surprise, the only thing he'd felt since the fighting ended. "I'm sorry? Nephew?"<br/><br/>"That's right. I'm your aunt. Aunt Seline. Yours, and Sarah's." She jerked her head back toward Central. "This whole mess is my brother's fault. We've been chasing him for years, now, ever since Safeco, but he's never slowed down enough on his path of chaos for us to really catch up--nevermind put up a fair fight. Not until his advance force came up against you, that is. Who'd have thought his own son would be the one to slow him down?"<br/><br/>"I have no idea what you're talking about. Could you please get out of the way?" The woman scoffed slightly, but stepped back and aside, allowing Carson to walk out past her. He didn't give her a second glance--he could piece together what it meant later. He had one more friend to bury before he could allow himself to sit down or do anything else.