Crozier had voted for those who were absurdly cruel in their attacks, where the apparent Darkwalker influence ended and their own moral failings had begun. Hiding the bodies, mutilating them after the attacks had ended, being dishonest. But evidence wasn’t strong in most cases - only his own, it seemed.

But Raju says something that briefly takes his attention away from all the arguments and failings and frustrations of the past evening. We. Raju means the two of them, working in tandem together. If Crozier heals properly and decides that he wants to keep fighting, then Raju will help him. It isn’t even a question for him, is it? He’d just do it, by virtue of what?

By virtue of Raju being Raju, of course. What else? This very loyal, very noble man will stay by his side even if no one else would.

He smiles ever-so-slightly, eyes closing briefly. He’s falling asleep upright. “Looking beat to hell, you mean? It does have its advantages, oddly enough.”

Crozier raises his hand to his chest, eyes opening again with a soft grunt of pain. “I need to have my bandages redone.”