Nate turns at the sound of Lila, seeing her standing behind him with a knife out, like she's ready to fight something. The guards have already gone and Nate wouldn't have wanted her to hurt them anyway. All that's left is Sam, bleeding out in Nate's lap, his eyes rolling back.

"My brother," he says, nodding at the body in front of him. "He got shot."

He's seen this all before but it's a thousand times worse now, and he doesn't know how to explain that to Lila. He doesn't think a teenage girl should be seeing this anyway but he gets the idea she might have seen worse.