Only The Strong Survive

Outlaw 
“A shake of the head doesn’t answer it” she informed him. 

Auberon
"Never mind," Auberon replied.

Outlaw 
“Alright” she muttered as they reached the hut. She leaned back slightly, and the horse tucked it’s hindquarters under itself to perform a perfect sliding stop. 

Auberon
"Sisi could have done better," Auberon muttered under his breath.

Outlaw 
She slapped him over the ear. “Watch your mouth. My horses are as good as yours” she scolded, dismounting. 

Auberon
Auberon dismounted as well. "Yeah, okay."

Outlaw 
She gave the horse a scratch then sent it off. She roped down the ladder and motioned for Auberon to go first. 

Auberon
Auberon went up and glanced at Charity, who was still crying.

Outlaw 
She scrambled up after him, tied on the ladder, then motioned for him to go help Charity. She went and positioned herself on the deck again. 

Auberon
Auberon nodded, sighing quietly and going over to sit down next fo Charity.

Outlaw 
She watched Auberon go into the hut then pulled an small old, worn, black and white photo out of her pocket. She studied it with sadness. It was of her and her brother. Both sitting on horses, both with that roguish grin on their scarred faces and pistols in their holsters. She sighed slightly, slipping it back into her shirt pocket. 

Jade
"Oookay, so nobody wants any walnuts," Jade said after waiting a bit. "You guys are quiet today." She picked a few more walnuts, ate one, and stuffed the rest into her pocket just in case she somehow got separated from her pack. "Come on." She stepped away from the tree and headed deeper into the forest, glancing back to make sure the other two were following. If they could find a cabin and set up, she could possibly go hunting while Alex got some much needed sleep. And he would be sleeping, she would make sure of it. That was probably why he was so quiet. Jade pulled her sword out to slash weeds out of the way, tucking it back into its sheathe and continuing forward.

Charity
Charity shifted her weight nervously when Auberon sat down next to her. Judging by his expressions, he was probably going through the ritual of scolding himself before he went to counceling mode. Charity inhaled deeply to regain her composure (or the lack thereof) and stared off in front of her, waiting for Auberon to say something.

Auberon
Once Auberon had sat down, he looked at his knees quietly. Okay here we go... let's see how stupid we can make this whole "brother to the rescue" sound... I'm sick of being a brother...
"What's up?" Auberon asked Charity quietly. What's up, seriously Auberon that's kind of obvious. She hates you no der you idiot.
Charity continued to stare in front of her. "Guess."
"You hate me?" Auberon asked, tilting his head to hide his inner turmoil (of which was getting worse). He tapped his finger on his knee slowly, anticipating Charity to start yelling at him or something.
Charity sighed heavily. "Yeah, sorta..." she admitted. "I mean, I'm not very happy about you ditching us and never coming back." 
Auberon looked at her for a minute, then shrugged. "What was I suppose to do? I didn't exactly assume you guys cared."
Charity bit her lip, furrowing her brow angrily. "What part if you assumed we hated you?!"
Uh... the everything part...? Auberon thought, looking up at the ceiling. "You know Dad hated me, and Au- Mom couldn't do much about it." And not to mention the fact if I did I would be found and probably killed because that's really what everyone wanted...

Outlaw 
She blinked a couple times when she almost fell asleep. Couldn’t have that happen. 

Charity
Did he just almost say Aunt instead of Mom? "I'm guessing you also found a new mother to replace ours?" Charity snapped. Auberon looked in front of him for a moment, slighty confused, then shook his head. "I'm pretty sure the biological ones are more of a Mom then the unbiological ones," Auberon mumbled back. "But I don't know, I've never really thought much of it." 
Auberon got up and looked over at the deck momentarily before returning his gaze to Charity. "Honestly, you can hate me if you want. But if you expect me to come begging to you for forgiveness, forget it. I've done that too many times in my life." He turned around and went out onto the deck.