She understood his confusion, and his uncertainty as to the reasoning to keep their group a secret. It would make sense, working in stride with them, but they had their reasons. She watched him in amusement as he paced the room, leaning back on her hands as she used the desk to support herself. When he, expectantly, asked the reasons for their secrets, she gave him a tight smile. “We used to work with them. Each strider knew of the town chapter and for awhile it worked but...” she pulled out a binder, opening it and flipping through the pages. Names on names were written across them. “One strider decides that he didn’t want the land runners to be around like they were. He slaughtered his chapter, and six others. The others Striders that knew vowed to keep it a secret, and to this day, and to their death, they have. The overall leader decided we were better off without Striders, at least until the world around us settled and we grew our groups back. It’s only a precaution.”<br/><br/>She walked over to where he was, gently taking his hand. She flipped it over, glancing over his arm before tapping against his wrist. “He had a tattoo here, it was a skull. I don’t Think that he was a Strider, but no one listens. They’re trying to push it aside and rebuild but... it just doesn’t feel like it’s over.” She carefully dropped his hand, turning and facing the wall. “Oliver thought so too, and he was starting to bring the others around to actually pay attention but... he’s gone now.”