The rebellion was falling out of his favor. He no longer felt it right that he had brought his group in this far. They all supported him like he was a god, but he was destroying all of them- and he knew it. Cassandra was in love with him, and he couldn’t even tell if he would every be able to love her back. Then he made it worse- by kissing her back when she finally said something. Everett- was too smart for this. Everett was a genius who spent more time arguing with him than something worthwhile. Veronica was far to fragile and kind for the things she endured, and worst of all, Archer knew, he was robbing Estella of a life. Of a childhood. Of any hope of being normal after the rebellion. In one way or another, he was killing them all, and now, with so little going right, he couldn’t stand to just keep dragging them from place to place. He needed time to work on his own- and he only knew one person who would take them in and protect them like he would- if not better. His brother.