Homecoming
I want to come.
He hears her. He hears her before she said the words. Her hears her intent when she suggests they use the guns in the first place. He shakes his head.
Sorry, we're out of guns. And no one goes out there unarmed.
No one goes out there unarmed. Especially not her. Especially. Not. Her.
He can feel her disapproval. He can feel it, hear it… touch it. He may have not known her for long, but he knows her well enough to know this will not sit well with her. He knows how this will sound, how it will look. They don't need to know the truth. She does not need to know the truth. The truth is if he had to choose one person to go out there with him, if he had to trust only one person, it would be her. It would always be her. But he won't survive out there if she is. His focus should be the mission. Not keeping her safe. She doesn't need to know that. Someone needs to be the bad guy.
Because, if the lady wants to come... Five guns are better than four.
And it looks like this time, it won't be Sawyer.