Gareth shook his head and began to cry; he was too weary to think coherently, but he knew he had to think about what he needed to do. Harker didn't have his bow, and in this sort of situation he needed it to defend himself from the chaos. Redwyne had given the bow to another Order knight, and the weapons of most all the guests were confiscated. He was left almost completely all alone as the largest of crowds swept by, leaving a ravaged courtyard in its wake and dwindling numbers of people that were just coming to their senses and fleeing the scene, Gareth among those people. His head ached, and his cheeks were wet as he slowly realized the growing need to get away from that place, his mind forcing his legs to walk to the front doors of the palace leading into the throne room. He was so startled as to hinder his ability to run, he could only walk in his shocked state, and quietly he begged the powers that were for safety.