Steve spins the notepad around and writes on a new page
Dylan: Are we going to help them?
Steve writes “NO” and opens the ration packs, placing one in front of Dylan as he begins his arguments against that answer: But we can help! You can kill hundreds of them. Maybe save some people!
Steve looks at him: The kid doesn’t understand anything. This is much bigger than either of us. And I’m fucking injured, there is no way I can take on any kind of fight at the minute.
He holds up his hand to Dylan and stands before opening the zipper on the front of his hoodie to reveal the large gash in his side. It’s healing