What did he mean exactly by that? Of course no one wanted to die. No one was questioning that. All Sebastian wanted here was a little compassion. He just wanted someone to relate with. Could Kurt even do that? Apparently not. He watched him shuffle into that little corner and frowned. What was doing a chant? No, wait he was praying. Probably for himself too by the looks of it. Kinda left a sour taste in the mouth.
To take his mind off of this mess Druid turned his attention over to poor Bobbi. He kept thinking about how meaningless her death was. His surely wouldn’t fair any better. They were all going to die. Each man for himself (if Kurt had anything to say about it). That was when Sebastian noticed something. It was about Bobbi. The gun she’d found earlier was still in her hand. Funny, he hadn’t even noticed to think about it at the time. Maybe he should get it? They could use the protection- or maybe he could at the very least.
So, Druid tip toed on over. Moving quietly less the people watching him take notice and decide to gas him. He got to her body and flinched. Oh no! She was still..touching it. Oh dear oh dear. He couldn’t touch her dead fingers. That was just not something he could handle right now. Maybe if he just kicked it off her with his shoe? He could try to just forget it about it then. It would only be touching the rubber anyhow. Good enough.
A moment later and druid walked back to the other side of the room with renewed confidence. He had a gun now. And he was also a Secret Warrior. That meant something. He knew not to miss. “Hey, look at this. Found it.”