Crozier absently reaches for the bandage before Raju has a chance to ask. He grimaces - grimace on top of a grimace thanks to his blackened eye - his heart sinking to hear what he’d already felt out loud.

Abandoned.

His men, the ones who see sense, they were counting on him to prevent more of the same. He recalls the argument he had with Little during the darker days of the month, accusations that he’s given up. He hadn’t then. He feels a little like he should now.

“Most of the children spoke while the adults stayed silent,” he says quietly, not wanting to inadvertently goad Raju into another firefight. “I don’t understand it, Raju. Were no trial or tribunal, just people speaking. So many took objection to just talking.”

They’re all going to die here.