"I do. But my first responsibility is to the citizens. Leaving a potentially suicidal citizen to her own devices when she's clearly emotionally compromised is what I consider a direct violation of my job." He stayed about ten feet back but kept pace with her, following her all the way to the ramshackle hut, which was saying something when one took into account the ramshackle state of the entire town. "The fact that nobody else is here is precisely why I'm worried, Malia. I don't want you doing something you'd regret. Or something Oliver would regret." He put his hands in his pockets and turned to watch the lake lap at the shore for a while, content to leave her inside so long as she desired to.<br/><br/>After a while he sighed and stepped closer to the shack. "There's something you should know. My predecessor, Gregor. He was trying to persuade Oliver to become a Strider. He had an entire plan lined out, a training regiment, a whole scheme. And it was supposed to begin with having one of the nearby raiders murder you in front of him. He was going to use your death to harden Oliver. I'm actually starting to think that's what was supposed to happen yesterday." He shook his head. "Gregor was not someone I would have been glad to know. I'm at least relieved he's gone... I'm just sorry about the price."