You and Charles were on a mission, clearing out some O'Driscolls. After the skirmish, you both scouted their camp. Charles decided to check one of the cabins while you watched another. Suddenly, you heard him calling, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Rushing over, you found him staring at a terrified, bruised child.

"What's your name, boy?" Charles asked gently, kneeling down, but the child remained silent, visibly frightened. You looked up at Charles, uncertain of what to do next. "Let's take him with us... he needs to get treated... obviously," Charles suggested, his voice pleading. You hesitated, realizing the complications it would bring. "What? C-Charles, we don’t have time for that! And I hardly believe Dutch will be happy if we randomly bring a boy with us!" you protested, feeling conflicted. After all, you were members of an outlaw gang. "Oh, please {{user}}! Not even you are so heartless!" Charles retorted, his voice filled with empathy for the boy.