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He'd been doing his job. Defending, holding back from lashing out and fighting. He'd done his job. So why did he still feel like a failure? Logic would tell him that there was nothing he could have done. He'd done his best. He'd helped as best he could. He'd kept people safe hadn't he? But that feeling he could have done more, that he could have done something? It burned in him, and Dis couldn't find the right words to sooth him.

Sitting on an empty cot near Harrison, Marcus looked at him. He'd done his job to. They both had. Protected others, kept them safe so why? Why did it happen? "No. I was defending." He let out a small laugh like there was joke he didn't quite get until just then. "They didn't go after you unless you attacked."

Wilson shook his head and grabbed a roll of bandages. “No, it’s alright. It looks like everyone else is taken care of for the time being,” he insisted as he looked around the infirmary. He smiled. “You patched me up, so let me do the same for you, okay?” He leaned forward, bandages in hand. Wilson began to carefully place them on Ami’s arm, making sure they were snug, but not wrapped too tightly. By the time he was almost finished bandaging Ami, he caught sight of a couple familiar faces. His eyes lit up as he called out, “Ryan—“ He was carrying an unconscious Dakota. Worry flashed across his face and he looked at Ami. “I’m sorry. I’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?”

He walked over to Ryan and Molly. Wilson briefly smiled at Molly before shooting Ryan a worried look. “What happened to Dakota? Is he okay?” A pause. “Actually, are all of you okay?”

Clarice's mind, trying to come up with ways to reassure the Intermediate and him feel better about whatever was bringing him down, stuttered to an abrupt halt. Tilting her head, voice oddly small, she asked, "Julie's...tablet?"

Marcus had retreated, covering his face with his hands and he slouched over, "We couldn't do s**t." He tried to hold back the pain but hear Harrison crack only made the one in him go deepening. "We couldn't do ******** anything. She- she asked us for cooking supplies before we left for ******** sake-"

He did look up at at the pair of them. His mind was trying to shove it to the side. He couldn't break down. He had a job to do. He was supposed to go help others. He was supposed to be stronger than this.

Harrison was having a hard time looking her in the eye. "Dead, yeah. They were using them like bug motels. And they were all...all set up on the cots, so we wouldn't know..."

His mouth still felt like it was full of sand.

"can i have something to drink?"

There was a sharp spike of rage at the mention of bugs, and she murmured, "Famine...they were probably attacked by members of Famine." A major attack like that right now was...unexpected. They were spread out putting up an underwhelming impression for a reason. This was supposed to be on their schedule this time. Clarice caught the attention of a passing medic, and gestured toward the drink station, two fingers up. They nodded in turn.

She was almost regaining her her center when she overheard Marcus's quiet mention of puppets. Visibly flinching, Clarice had to ask, "Julie?" It stood to reason, she was the third strongest hunter on the Sahara base, making her a useful tool. It made sense, but then again it was Julie...

((Entering))

With Ryan’s help, Molly helped to place Dakota on a cot, and after she couldn’t help but fuss a bit. If an arm was hanging over, she moved it to rest over his stomach, and smoothed back a few hairs before stopping. She looked over at Ryan, offering the Moon hunter a smile before she took his hand and enclosed it in both of her own firmly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ryan.” Despite the circumstances. Was there every going to be a good time to meet someone though? “My name is Molly, and no, thank you for your help! I don’t think it could have been done without team work.”

She glanced back down at Dakota, and sighed softly.

Molly looked over then as Wilson approached, and smiled back at him as he inquired about Dakota. “Oh, me? I’m fine. Thank you for asking…I hope you’re doing alright as well!” She paused. “Actually, if you’ll both pardon me, I’m going to go back to the portal and keep watch, just in case more people arrive. Stay warm, both of you!” She fretted, and waved before leaving once more.

((Exiting))