The Boy from the Bunker - Season 6

Episode Three, Part 1:

Episode Three, Part 1:
Viva La Vida 

Why am I always the one making decisions? How do I handle the
pressure? I do my best to fake it, but honestly, I hate it. I do all 
my own healing. I'm who I confide in. Maybe I need help. 

The four of them remained where they were, watching as Diego and Nathaniel retreated back to their side of the dried-up river and eventually disappearing into Blood Woods. It was a breath of relief when they were finally gone, and Elara spun around on her heel, hoping to have a chance to explain herself.

But as she turned, Wynn was already tucking his weapon away, brushing into Quill's shoulder as he hurried ahead, not waiting for any of them to catch up.

"Wynn!" Elara called after him, taking a few steps forward and expecting him to stop, but he didn't. He didn't even acknowledge that he was being spoken to.

She sighed, glancing across as Kodiak and hoping for some sympathy, but he seemed just as troubled as Wynn; he wasn't angry like him, just disappointed, and she couldn't tell which felt worse.

Knowing that her brother would be harder to sway, Elara reluctantly chose to run after Wynn, leaving Quill and Kodiak to eventually follow after them.

"Wynn, wait up! Please just listen to me... Come on, you can't stay mad at me forever." She called out, managing to keep to a pace a few feet behind him. "You can't get angry at me for wanting to make choices for myself, or for wanting independence. You're acting like you're trying to be dad-"

"That's what you think of me?" He came to a sudden halt, asking before he could even find it in himself to turn around and face her. "That I'm just like dad? That I'm not wanting you out so I can keep control over you? That it's not about me trying to keep you safe because you're one of the only people I have left?" His voice was low, almost a grumble, but it was so cold that Elara couldn't figure out what he was feeling. She just knew that it sounded a lot worse than she meant it to.

"No," Elara said. By not, Kodiak and Quill had also stopped several metres away. They were close enough to hear the conversation, yet allowed the two of them to still maintain some space.

"I just mean that you don't always act like our brother any more," the confession stirred a dull ache in her chest, bringing her fears to life. "You want to protect us; I get it. But you're enough for us just being our brother. You don't need to be our caretaker, Wynn."

"Yes, I do!" Wynn yelled at her, exploded almost by the sheer desperation that had been suffocating him. Tears stung at his eyes, only made worse by his attempts to keep them from falling. "Ares was the one who had the responsibility of raising us after mum and dad were out of our lives. He's gone and he left that down to me. You heard what he said to us on that damn cliff! 'Wynn, take care of them,'" he echoed his brother's words, able to recall almost everything that was in his final radio call to them. He repeated it to himself over and over in the days following his death, and it was why it had taken him so long to speak: because he didn't his voice to drown out the last memory of his brother's.

"I have to watch out for you both. If anything happened to either of you-"

"Nothing is gonna happen to us, Wynn!" Tears rolled down onto Elara's trembling lips, falling off her chin to the ground beside her feet which were aching to run to her brother. "I remember what he said. He said 'take care of each other', as well. This isn't all down to you."