He was tired and broken, and he had some random unfounded thoughts running in his mind—thoughts concerning the kind of people he might be forced to work with.
He truly never expected, that he would be forced to end up working with the ones Darde was meant to catch. Although he had unfounded and concrete proof of their identity or if they were truly the ones who did all those murders and disappearances. Darde's intuition when it came to such things was rarely wrong.
'Act normal, for now.' As he walked, although his bones hadn't set pace with the lacerations and internal injuries caused by the bullets and cuts still existing, Darde removed his bandages, for they didn't bleed anymore.
The other part was, that he didn't wish to scare his family.
