He screwed up?
Cody rose to his feet in spite of his knees cracking in protest. He was thinking of a million different things to say or scream at his own sister. Most of them involved screaming at her to take her words and shove them up her own ass, or other similarly unpleasant variations. They screamed in his mind because it wasn't him that screwed up, it was Mike for charging in like a moron, mindlessly attack. That had killed Rose. Or maybe it was all on Eliza, who had killed and made herself suspicious, causing this situation in the first place. So many things to yell and only so much he could actually say.
When Cody turned to actually say them to Eliza's face, there was nothing left. Nothing left to say, or scream, or shout or cry.
Because he did screw up. Rose was dead and there was a very real possibility that he could have prevented her death by acting faster. Maybe it wasn't all his fault, but there was some blame to be passed around and to form the metaphorical... as well as the literal... blood on his hands.
Cody choked on nothing, turning and swallowing uselessness away. The next thing he could bear to bring his eyes on was Cooper, who was just looking right back at him. Cooper was right, just then, saying Rose was gone... and yet, the words were burned into Cody's mind, replaying again and again and again to remind him of the failure. For the first time since he could remember, Cody felt like crying. He felt like breaking down into a blubbering mess and acting in the very same fashion he had teased other kids mercilessly for in school. Idiots cried. Socially stunted dipshits cried.
Failures cried. Cody was a failure. But...
Hell would freeze over before he cried in front of Eliza.
"Yeah... look, I... this is where we split up for now," Cody said, trailing off into a whisper. He stepped away, backing away from Rose's body and not daring to turn her back as if she was going to get up and chide him for being so disrespectful. He didn't dare turn even when his foot nudged the daypack he had been carrying a little bit before. He picked it up, balancing his load with both the pack and the gun. Just like before. Just like everything was normal.
"C... Come on, Cooper."
Cody left the area, never knowing for the day that there was more than just Rose's blood on his hands. For in the dark, somewhere past midnight, somebody else finally passed from their trauma.
B001 - Eastmund, Michael: DECEASED
((Cody Patton continued in Thin RED Line