A scowl immediately grew upon the woman’s face as she glared daggers at the man. He didn’t know the hell she’d been put through to be dragged into this situation! Hell, she wasn’t even one that killed anyone, that was the rest of the gang!

Maybe that was why they left her for dead....

“I want to help you Reaper, why will you not let me? Everytime I try to say something that keeps me away? What is wrong? Have I done something to offend you? I am sorry if I come across idiot but I certainly am not! I understand if you are going through something but god damn it’s like a brick wall!”

“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t want your help, Jack? It’s wonderful that you’re so- so fucking idealistic, you and Gabriel both, you want to help and support, but that’s not my life. I owe you nothing and you don’t owe me anything either. Just-

 Sean had wondered off.... Again. He never meant to, but at their last camp, they’d been nearby a beautiful forest and Sean had gotten himself lost exploring. When he made his way back to camp- it was gone, the gang having moved on elsewhere. With a sigh, Sean can’t help but wonder why it was always him who got left behind. He spots a note, grabbing it and noticing it was a map with a circle around it. Javier had signed it, and Sean silently thanked Javier. 

Javier was a man with a golden heart- and whenever this happened, Javier had taken to leaving something behind so Sean would find them again. Sean was thankful- he adored Javier for it. And, certainly- was head over heels for Javier and his kind heart as well, but, alas, Sean was well aware Javier would never feel the same. 

He gets back onto his horse, yawning and heading out. Luck was not on his side, and he ended up being spotted by an O’Driscoll and attacked. Sean was shot in the arm, yelping and urging his horse to move faster. He manages to get away, hitching his horse outside of a little cabin under the porch, cursing as blood dripped from his arm onto the porch. 

Sean stumbles in, flinching as thunder boomed outside. At least it was starting to storm, so no nearby wild animals would track the scent of blood to him. 

Victor was riding his horse along the treeline, away from paths, savoring the BEAUTY of the earth around him. He loved riding through the grass and around the trees, avoiding trails. It was beautiful; and quite often, he was able to catch some animals to eat all while enjoying the beautiful scenery. 

He was slowly trotting along on his tan and white Shire horse, when he turned his head and spotted someone in the meadow to his left. He slowed his horse, noticing the RECENT looking grave, and feeling his heartstrings pull in sorrow for the stranger. He slowly got off of his horse, taking his hat off and slowly walking over, eyes soft as he looks at the man. 

     “ — You ain’t bein’ serious right now, are you? Marriage? Where do you think we’d find someone willin’ to officiate that weddin’? Hell, how would any of that work out? ” 

There’s a pause, and Arthur looks at Jack, eyes shining softly. 

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