[h1]Conner Davis[/h1]
	Conner had gotten himself up and wiped off his face picking up his knife legs slight shivering under him at the shock of it all.  Sure he had seen this happen, hell he saw a man ripped to pieces in front of him, but just seeing his brother like this was just too much.  He took a hand wiping off his face still gripping at his knife tightly, more so something to grip at than the need to defend himself at the moment.  A voice called out and he grew quiet just wiping his face off on his sleeves drying tears.

	[color=00aeef]"I'm out here."[/color] he paused a bit thinking about what he was going to say before calling out, [color=00aeef]"I just want to talk.  It's nice to hear, well, words."[/color]  It was obvious he was forcing himself to stop crying his other hand going to grip at the strap that held his crossbow to his back trying to be ready for anything.