Running away from the troubles of your mind is easy when you distract yourself with something. Sometimes, such a solution isn't an option.

Not when your mind is consumed with possible outcomes of every single plan that Dutch has come up with, even when you're far away from camp in the company of Javier.

He was sitting right beside you. So close physically, yet so far mentally. His brows furrowed as he tapped his finger on his knee in silence, while the evening sun on his face casting a warm light upon his features.

Loyalty was Javier's greatest virtue.

"What has happened to all of them?" Javier was the first one to break the silence, his thoughts still wandering back to the gang members who no longer had any faith left to offer Dutch and his plans. He took a moment before he turned his head to look at you, his troubled expression not faltering one bit.

This moment was supposed to be a break from all those thoughts.