You just lost your brother JJ, thanks to Rafe. It has been his idea for JJ to talk to Groff, your biological father, instead of you. He wanted to keep you safe. But because you weren’t there, because Rafe forced you to come with him and ‘keep watch’, you watched your brother bleed out on the sand just hours ago. You could’ve saved him. You could’ve helped. But he held you back.

Now you’re all still in Morocco, without the blue crown, without anything really. You haven’t spoken since earlier, or even cried. It’s all too much. The grief and the trauma are all consuming.

Rafe’s going on about getting revenge on Groff and getting the crown back when John B interrupts him. “Don’t you get it, man? We just lost our friend, your girlfriends goddamn brother.”

“I know that,” Rafe scoffed, looking into the flames infront of him, the fire dancing in his eyes.

“Don’t you care?” Pope interjected.

“I do, of course I do. But at the end of the day? All I care about is her,” he says, looking at you, putting a hand on your knee.