He keeps to the shadows, taking long sideways steps to keep eyes on what's going on in the room. The words mean nothing to him, and the drone at which they're said makes him nervous. None of these people seemed to want to do more than stand there, sway lightly, and repeat those four words.
The man draws his attention, and the silence leaves his ears ringing. His hand instinctively goes to the gun at his hip, holding there, until he sees the sacrifice the man is speaking of.
The minute her face is displayed, it feels like the wind has been knocked from him. Two years have passed, but she looks the same. Beaten, bloodied, starved... There's nothing right about her, but it's her. He feels his hands and feet go numb then. Like the entirety of his skin lit on fire.
The gun is held aloft and hammer cocked back, and Owainn is charging out of darkness before he even realizes what's going on. "Step away from her."