Revan 

Revan noted Nathan's strange behavior, but didn't comment in it. Half out of lazyness, half out of respect for his privacy. If he didn't want to talk, he didn't have to. Turning to Merriam, he took a second to mull around her response in his head, before giving one of his own. 

"Family, huh, sometimes I doubt I can ever truly be able to appreciate such a thing. Can one with hands as doused with blood as mine, whose broken apart so many families, ever truly be apart of one." Revan chuckled again, this lacking any sort of mirth or humor. "I'm inclined to think not, for only good men deserve redemption of any kind, and I am hardly what one might call good man, hell, I can't even be called a decent man. I'm just a deluded monster trying to play pretend. Scary thing about that is, I always dread the day when the mask falls, the monster is revealed for what it truly, and the pretend life, the pristine delusion I crave more than anything, ceases to be. It's inevitable, one can only hold the charade up for so long before it all comes crashing down around you. The only thing you can control is when it happens, nothing more, nothing less." 

Revan was silent for a good minute beore he turned around in his sleeping bag, his face turned away from the fire, red eyes staring ponderously into the darkness which he could feel call to him even now. "A tragic story, some might say, but one I've made peace with a long time ago." He turned back to the others, his face set in a mischievous smile. "So, to move on from such dreary subjects, lets play one of those party games I've heard so much of. What should we do first, Truth or Dare or Spin-the-bottle. I don't know much about the second one, but It seems interesting. Any of you played before?"