I felt the ripple of shock from everyone on the ground when they realized what I had done but right after I felt a seemingly telepathic vow of silence. I knew that no one would tell Damien and for that I was grateful, but I knew I<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to tell him. He deserved to know what had happened to his little brother. I wouldn't tell him yet. No, that would be cruel, he deserved to have his friends around him and the place where his friends would be is where we wanted to go. The Camp. We all settled down for the night and when the light broke over the trees we were ready to go. Damien seemed to be a bit reserved, actually everyone did. I knew it was weighing on their conscience, not telling him. Listening to him cry himself to sleep last night sure hadn't helped. The trek in the beginning was quiet but eventually the excitement of being free and reunited broke the silence and our chatter echoed of the trees and the creek beside us.