"You don't know what I care about and what I don't," Jonas called after them, frowning at Daryn's back. What did you do to help? He couldn't figure it out on his own. He looked at the boys, then the dead one and sighed, running his hand through his hair. He'd seen this before. Boys this young die in war and overseas and it didn't sit well with him. And he felt like he was going soft.