The sky was pitch black, and Sean Knight and his crew didn't fuss, they took refuge in the Winter Nest.
Alistair Murray found it hard to get accustomed to it - a living person had just been killed in front of him, this had essentially overturned his worldview.
He walked out of the house and sat on the ground outside, looking up at the faint crescent moon in the sky, feeling a bit frustrated.
"You'd better not dwell on it." Sean Knight appeared beside him, "In a situation like this, no one wants to get involved, but once you do, it's a matter of life and death, and there's no third option."
"I know," Alistair Murray's voice was slightly dull, his expression gloomy, completely devoid of the sunshine Sean Knight had first seen in him.
"It's good you get it. Forget about this and move on, there's still a lot to be done tomorrow." Sean Knight didn't lecture further, merely offering a reminder.
