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"What are you sorry for? You need to stop apologising, Oliver, you ain't done nothing wrong. What were you gonna do to stop bullets, hm? There was nothing you coulda done. Don't be so hard on yourself," the woman tutted in response, pulling the chair out for him and lovingly ushering him into it, kissing the top of his head quickly. "Honestly, be more proud of yourself; be as proud as I am of you. Wes could be dead if you didn't get here so quickly, you should be proud of that at least--"
"You ruined that cop's face," began Landon, the third youngest of the brothers and the one just two years older than Oliver was. They were close in age, but the drastically different lifestyles was clear to see. Landon was tough, physically strong and the only cuts he had came from hard work on the farm or dealing with any outsiders that strayed too close to the home he and his brothers all still lived in. It did upset him (like the others) to see their younger brothers in such a terrible state, and so it was only natural to want to look out for them again. "That's somethin' I'd be proud of. You did good, Oli, we all think so. And... And Wes, you'll do good too. You can kill one of the cops, show Ma you can do that now, yeah?"
"...Mm..." Wes mumbled in reply, the sound being the only thing he could really manage. Being back at the table with his brothers was a strange feeling, especially when there were three people nearby all tied to the radiator... including Maria. Every time he glanced up, it was impossible not to look over at her, and it only made him cringe. He didn't really want her to hear what his family was like and what ideals they held, and he really didn't want her to see him looking the way he did at the moment. He hadn't seen himself, but he felt like he was a mess, and he was pretty sure his face resembled that accurately.
"The girl ain't worth it, Wes." Landon murmured under his breath once following his brother's gaze. "No girl is. We don't need anyone, yeah? She's an outsider, she... she's trouble. Look at your fucking face; she's to blame for that, I reckon. If you didn't dive to protect her, you wouldn't be that badly hurt. It's her fault."
"You ruined that cop's face," began Landon, the third youngest of the brothers and the one just two years older than Oliver was. They were close in age, but the drastically different lifestyles was clear to see. Landon was tough, physically strong and the only cuts he had came from hard work on the farm or dealing with any outsiders that strayed too close to the home he and his brothers all still lived in. It did upset him (like the others) to see their younger brothers in such a terrible state, and so it was only natural to want to look out for them again. "That's somethin' I'd be proud of. You did good, Oli, we all think so. And... And Wes, you'll do good too. You can kill one of the cops, show Ma you can do that now, yeah?"
"...Mm..." Wes mumbled in reply, the sound being the only thing he could really manage. Being back at the table with his brothers was a strange feeling, especially when there were three people nearby all tied to the radiator... including Maria. Every time he glanced up, it was impossible not to look over at her, and it only made him cringe. He didn't really want her to hear what his family was like and what ideals they held, and he really didn't want her to see him looking the way he did at the moment. He hadn't seen himself, but he felt like he was a mess, and he was pretty sure his face resembled that accurately.
"The girl ain't worth it, Wes." Landon murmured under his breath once following his brother's gaze. "No girl is. We don't need anyone, yeah? She's an outsider, she... she's trouble. Look at your fucking face; she's to blame for that, I reckon. If you didn't dive to protect her, you wouldn't be that badly hurt. It's her fault."