"Thank you," Charles is sure to say before Marsh leaves, glancing over his shoulder at him quickly before looking back to Zane. There's blood staining his hand by now, and it makes him want to be sick. He's so tired of things like this happening. All he wants is for everyone to be safe, and apparently, that's always too much to ask, here.

His voice sounds thick when he responds, not like he's on the verge of tears, but this is just. Terrible. "Do you know why?"