Bishop and Teagan - later in the day
Hours, it had been hours now since Bishop had seen Teagan last. He knows she’s safe, which is a constant relief to him. He’s been digging through the rubble and the chaos, offering his help wherever he can. Even going as far as staying in the Chapel to help there, even though the most he can do is take direction from those that actually know how the fuck to mend all the injured. His heart is heavy and even the Chaplain’s sense of calm is shattering just a bit, because how the hell could this have happened? Why didn’t they ever imagine it could happen?
He’s cursing himself. Things like this, they’re the ‘what ifs’ he’s suppose to think of. The minute they knew those Cat fuckers were armed with military grade weapons, why didn’t they ever imagine that they’d come knocking on their door? There’s a part of him, larger than he’d care to admit, that feels responsible. Hadn’t he been the one to blow up places that Los Nahuales called theirs? And in return it seems the Cats had responded in kind.
Bishop is searching through the chaos now, needing to find Teagan if only to eek out some kind of comfort from her. He’s already checked his place and come up empty handed, so his search leads him to the only other place he can think she might have gone (Since she’s not in the Chapel helping), so when he comes upon her he’s not surprised. But his heart breaks as he realizes her place has been destroyed.
“Teagan,” He’s by her side in a flash, sinking down to his knees and gathering her into his arms. She’s pale as a ghost and that’s concerning. “Darlin’, I’m sorry.” There’s a jolt of something that runs through him, a sense of thankfulness that she’d been with him that morning, in his trailer, and not here in hers.