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Harrison just raised an eyebrow back at all the murderous glaring.

Cain was pissed, what kind of s**t was that? Screw the hunter that was injured or infected what the hell ever, that was HER OWN FAULT. She chose to come here and knew the risk and besides wasn't the main goal here to save civilians? By the way, hi, she was ******** and you know the sobbing mess of confusion Rep left them to deal with wasn't. For ********, the hunter shouldn't be over a civilian, but it wasn't his call, a glare was passed to the group that brought her in and he announced loudly,"well that was bullshit," having no fear of any of them in the immediate area, even though he knew most of them could kick his a**.

Plus it was dark, not like they could see who he was, hah.

Hearing Lukas he snorted, "he's a moron gorilla." Then Gretchen pipped in and Cain nodded, not that she could see but ah well. Seeing the glow he recognized as Gretchen's weapon moving away he assumed she was taking care of the civilian. Infected. But what exactly was infected, curiosity itched at him and a hand slid down to cover up the vile of zombie flesh he had collected. "I heard that the main camp might be in trouble, so lets go there." Cain swung around and moved back towards the entrance of the rink, glancing back with a pause to see if the other two hunters would follow or if he would be going in alone.

He needed to go, curiosity gnawing him to do so.

"That's why you get a flashlight," Hope said, a kind of cautious impishness leaking into her tone. She was rather proud that she had not screamed or fallen over or done something else embarrassing out of fear. Still, he movements were fluttery with adrenaline and fear.

"Here." She tossed the girl a flashlight, one of the nice big, beat-your-enemies'-heads-in kind. What's a hunter?"

The hand around her arm was truly startling, because Mimsy hadn't expected him to stop or come after her. She stumbled backwards with a small noise of alarm, and followed Robert's guidance as he turned her to face him. Her eyes were wide with a lack of understanding, brow knit with confusion. The anger that he exuded in every capacity was more jarring than being physically halted, and she shrunk away when she saw how he was looking at her, not knowing that it was meant for someone else.

"You are my husband, Robert. You know me best of all." The fear in her stare slowly drained away, like a fading light as she began to shut down. "This is unsuitable in the presence of children. You know that too."

When she turned to Rep, she gave no indication that anything was wrong. He knew. She knew that he knew.

"I have just administered it," she replied, tone empty and matter-of-fact. "She should be evacuated alongside them."

Her eyes made a frigid pass over the girl--over Alice--and softened as she seemed to reconsider. With a short sigh of resignation, she leaned in close to her, and lowered her voice until it was little more than a whisper.

"No matter how impossible this day may seem, do not ever believe that what you know of it is wrong. It is not wrong, or impossible." Maybe she was too young to remember. Maybe she wouldn't even understand what she was saying. But it wasn't impossible, and that was the point. "Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. You should try to as well."

As she straightened up, she adjusted her position to fit more comfortably within Robert's grip, and nodded towards Rep.

"Let Alice go home, Robert." She sounded tired, her words becoming increasingly hoarse. "Let her go home, where she safely belongs, and we can talk. We will have all of the rest of our lives to talk."

And then, from the darkness, mildly grimey in clothing but bright-eyed and just slightly jittery, came Nora. Apparently talking about sharing beds was the way to summon her or something.

"'Lo, boys," she greeted them casually as could be, hammer in hand. She didn't seem fully aware of that fact as she eyed the gory mess on the ice with a mildly distasteful look and then checked her boots. Hrm. "Room for a third here? I took a wrong turn somewhere in this hot mess and--" She gestured vaguely to her person as if that was answer enough.

Unsuitable in the presence of -

Alice's body twisted to look at Mimsy and he looked startled, as if he'd suddenly become aware of her only then. His rage melted away in place of horror, and he lowered her to the ground, letting her go. She had nowhere to run, but Mimsy's last words had stuck to her like glue, and she moved to wrap her arms around the woman's leg as one last lifeline. She didn't understand what was going on and she didn't know who she could trust, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was the funny man had been angry, and he was scary looking when he was angry. These were the values her little mind worked in. These were the absolutes they could comprehend.

"That's what - " He stared at Mimsy, his breath coming in short, painful gasps. "That's what I was doing. I thought. I thought that was what we were." But Robert worked in absolutes as well, and his mind couldn't comprehend the situation he was in anymore. He felt the walls closing in around him. He backed away, his hands falling limp against Mimsy before they fell to his side.

Alice was wrapped around Mimsy's leg, and now she looked to Mimsy for answers. Not him. She was scared of him. Scared because he'd become the monster, instead.

Is that all he was in the end?

We can talk, Mimsy told him. That was the kind of line that came before a break up. He would know. His hand reached up, itching fiercely at his arm until the skin felt raw. He itched at his arm, and his neck, and God, something was wrong, wasn't it. They didn't have the rest of their lives to talk. That was the problem with Deus. They didn't have the rest of their lives. Period.

He wanted to run. He stayed frozen exactly where he was. These were the absolutes he worked in. Mimsy had to tell him how to act around a child. He'd failed every single person involved. These were the absolutes.

Rep didn't deserve his hate. Harrison didn't deserve his hate. That was an honor reserved for only one person, now.

Himself.

Harrison wasn't immune, and he had on clean gloves with clean hands.

He took one of Alice's hands.

"Alright kid. Come on this way. You're probably hungry, huh? You like crackers?"

He waited on Rep. It was a shame was four, because she wasn't going to remember any of this. Even if he told her that in a lot of years, some guys in white coats were going to come knocking on her door, and that she should turn them down and say no and have kids and just live her life normal, she wouldn't remember it.

Even if she could remember, she probably wouldn't listen to him.

But he knelt down, and while Rep was getting the other civs, he told her anyway.