LOCKE
It's like a thousand thoughts run through his head but there's nothing when they leave. He looks at Maeve, wide eyed for a moment before he schools his expression. "Yeah, think it's for the best. Sure her Momma misses her." He pats the girl's head and hands her the bunny he had won for her earlier. "It'll be alright." As if he has the foresight to say it. But still, she's little and doesn't need to worry about a war. He slips his arm around Maeve's waist and pulls her close as they walk back to the boat. He's got a lot to think about.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
