Content warning probably; blood, death, and weaponry, if not else.
They sat a short distance from the other, a silence for the moment absolute. With that lack of wording, and motion, their thoughts were being turned over, repeatedly but without any solution resulting. Eventually, this was minutely voiced, what Lilium could begin with then a disrupting force.
"...I let someone die."
Silence again resumed, but only briefly. They felt as though it was something unfinished as an offered statement, not only through the lack of context. They looked up from the ground, that a focus up until then. Instead, they tried to keep their line of sight steady and not break away from the certainty to their words. Otherwise... nothing further might be said.
"...I could do nothing, but I tried regardless."
The advent of firearms had not missed them. However distance, and travel had served as a self-guard: others had not been so fortunate to be removed from violence. Arrows were similar, but very different: they did not quite tear through flesh and bone as easily as a metal pellet.
They had not been certain what to do.
It had either been to help the person lying there, or perhaps be subject to the same result. Other people had been coming to where the individual had fallen. Remaining had been something wavered over. In the end...
"...I left, unable to keep the worst away. ... There was no choice in the matter, I had to preserve myself as well."
Unable to say anything further, their voice drifted along with their line of sight, which moved slightly away in regret. It had significance, despite the distance to the recollection.
Followup woot!!
A blink in confusion did not break their awareness by far, and Lilium slightly hesitated with the dramatic flourish.
It was not long after that the other paused that their response came, a relative degree of thought put into it.
“...You could travel anywhere you can remember going. That may be a venture of leisure as much as one of purpose.”