Malia felt a little heartbroken for him as he blamed himself. She reached her hand out, wanting to touch him, to assure him that this isn’t his fault, but he wasn’t giving her the room. When he turned to her, pressing a deep, hard kiss to her lips, she gladly returned it. However, she attempted to soften it by cupping his cheek. Though, just as quickly as the kiss came, he had turned and begun walking back to the bunker. She jogged a bit to catch up with him, and she almost reached to take his hand, but he seemed a little too...she didn’t know. She just decided against it. He seemed so worked up. “Carson. This is not your fault. None of this is your fault. Got it?” She grabbed his arm just before they entered Central, stopping him. “Got it?” She repeated. “Take a breath. Sunny wants to see you, trust me. She wants the support of her best friend.”<br/><br/>As the stepped inside, she kept in stride with him. No matter how upset or shaken he seemed to be, he was right. They need to end this war, here and now. For their future, for everyone’s future. As they slowed in the hall in front of the Med wing, she grabbed his wrist once more. She wanted him to clear his head before rushing into things. They would go through with this plan, she was with him through and through, but he needed to stop and breath. She took his hand in one of hers, and placed her free hand on the back of his neck. “Okay, let’s slow down a bit. Go talk to Sunny, she’s scared and she’s confused, but she does not hate you. While you do that, I’ll gather up a group, and then we can go from there, okay? If need be, I’ll go with them.” She pulled him to her, raising on her toes, pressing another kiss to his lips. This one, however, was soft and sweet. “We will handle this. Correctly.”<br/><br/>After she saw him into the Med bay, she turned into the direction of the Dorm hall. She made her way down, she intended to make Luke the head of a group, as well as include a handful of other skilled runners. A dozen or so at least, they had to be quick, and they had to be silent. She trusted Luke to choose the best ones, he had spent more time with each of them. Her boots thumped quietly against the floor as she came around to a room, raising her hand and gently knocking. After a moment, the handle turned, and the door opened to reveal an exhausted looking Luke. She winced at the thought of sending him out again, he was so tired, but she had no choice. He would have some time to rest up before.<br/><br/>“Carson has decided to send out a group to get a feel of where the Vangaurd are. You’re my best, but I don’t want you out there if you aren’t full capacity.” The worry waas etched on her features, she didn’t want him getting hurt.<br/><br/>Luke waved her off. “I’m fine. Who else do you need?”<br/><br/>“I was going to leave that up to you. You know them much better than I do.” She gave Luke’s shoulder a squeeze. “Rest a bit and then gather about a dozen or so. I’ll come back soon.”<br/><br/>She left the hall with that being done, taking a deep breath. She tucked her Raven hair behind her ear, a small smile on her face. They could do this, if they caught the Vangaurd off guard, they could win. She would do anything she could to give her and Carson the life they’ve wanted. The life they planned for, with the house built against the slow river, the tree grove next to them. She wanted that, she pushed for that.<br/><br/>The Central doors began to rumble.<br/><br/>Malia halted, stopping near the hall in front of the doors. She slowly turned her head, her eyes connecting with the slow growing crack in the opening. She held her ground, her eyes squinting. Everyone was present, there was no one left outside, no one should be coming in. Not without her knowing at least. Then, she heard a familiar voice.<br/><br/>“You can’t run now, Runner.” A wicked laugh.<br/><br/>Malia widened her eyes, spinning on her heel. She sprinted off in the direction she came, just as the first of the Hunters had begun to spill through the crack. She ran, she pushed herself harder, faster, before she came to the Med bay. She stood in the doorway with wide eyes, staring to the back of the man inside, fear and urgency across her features. “Carson!” Her voice was rushed. “They’re here...”