Getting in the van, Clara sat beside Diego watching him carefully as he rubbed at the dried blood that was now crusting over his hands. It felt like he had just sinned but with Jason and Claira's words he knew it was for a good reason, but still even their reasoning it didn't satisfy the guilt he was feeling.
Jason was in the driver seat watching both Claira and Diego silently as he made his way back to the pack house. Opening the center console he combed for something...grinning to himself he knew Martha was a preper, finding a pack of wet wipes he handed them back to Claira who smiled in thanks as she nodded her head taking them from him before ripping them open and wiping Diego's face clean.
