“I’m not suicidal, I’m just frustrated. The entire town has rejected me what the hell am I supposed to do? And Oliver isn’t here, there’s nothing he can regret anymore, and no one actually cares they just put on a sympathetic mask for show.” She sighed heavily, she could hear Carson’s footsteps behind her. She was on edge, she assumed from now on she’d always have to be on edge. And one may think the way that she was speaking to Carson was rude and ungrateful, but at this current moment she was convinced that he was the one who plotted her death, she had good reason to be unreasonable.<br/><br/>However, as she stood inside the broken down shack, a few holes scattering it’s walls, the door creaky and hardly functioning, she froze. Oliver, a strider? There’s no way. She froze as he recalled to her the very things that she had read in the binder open on his desk, but he attributed those things to Gregor, and not him. The more she thought of it, the more sense that made. That was an entire binder of everyone in the town, there was no way Carson had filled it all out with hardly a day to spare. And... it just didn’t seem like something he would do. But with Oliver’s death, she was too upset to try and see through the reasoning. She immediately felt immensely guilty, letting out a heavy sigh as she pushed the door to the but open, peering out at him. “That binder...isn’t yours, is it?” She watched him for a moment before shaking her head, sitting down on one of the small steps, motioning for him to sit down next to her.<br/><br/>She waited until he did so, her hands resting comfortably in her lap as she looked out to the resting ocean, the small waves the only movement of the water as it crashed back onto the shore. “I read the binder, the part about me, I mean. I thought that binder was yours... that’s why I’ve been so... mean.” She wasn’t sure if that was the right word to use, but she was sticking with it. “It’s just with Oliver dying and me getting kicked out alongside the entire town hating me I guess I just didn’t think about it clearly.<br/>I’m sorry.” She sighed, looking back down to her feet. “That huntsmen is what killed Gregor, I watched It happen. But they were... talking before hand. I was in a tree as they did so, they had some sort of disagreement, Gregor was yelling about fair consequences or something I’m not sure but, that thing with the skull mask killed him.”