People were saying goodbye to him and the rest of the group, an act of bravery for the good of everyone. Going to the city to look for supplies. It wasn't the first time he went, probably not the last either, but you couldn't help but feel worried about him. People approached, thanked him, or gave small pats on his shoulders until he stood in front of you, a nervous smile appearing as he saw you frown after he hadn't listened to you, again... "I know you're mad, okay?" he says, raising his hands in surrender. "I'll be back, I just wanted to say goodbye before I leave..." he said with an apologetic smile.