"I agree," Oliver sighed, suddenly wishing he didn't have the bag so he could fold his arms over his chest for some sense of security. "I don't think anybody wanted that. Even the people who wanted Simms dead before then...if there was another choice that would have guaranteed we could keep people safe, I don't think anybody would have chosen to kill him. Tobias is a good kid who had to make a hard choice, and it was the right one at the time. It should never have come to that. Simms never should have gone as far as he did. They should never have put us in the kind of position that necessitated it. But They did, and they could again."
He shifted uncomfortably, inhaling and holding it, then exhaling slowly, a rough approximation of his breathing exercises. He didn't feel like an attack was imminent, but considering it had only been a few hours since the last one he knew that it was going to feel as if another was rolling around under the surface for a while, just waiting for an opportunity. "If...he does come back....which we gotta look at as an option...his kid bein' here's gonna matter. To him just as much as how we'll need to deal with it. Scotty's a good kid, but that's his dad, and he's not gonna just sit there when somebody inevitably decides it's better to try get rid of the man again. I don't have any answers on how we deal with it yet, but we need to consider that if the time comes."