"Look man, I want to say yes, but my best friend is out there wandering around trying to hunt someone, and I'm scared for him. Hell, there are probably going to be people who will associate him to me with killing Serenity. He's in danger. Viki and I are going to go look for him."
Steve's response was, honestly, not what Dorian had expected. Not only was Steve the kind of person it would have been immensely advantageous to have backing Dorian up - large, strong, formidable, loyal, capable, genial (if a little angsty) - but Dorian didn't expect Steve to be the kind of person who would sacrifice the many for the one. Is he an idiot? We succeed in this, we can fucking save his friend and everyone else. What the hell?
"But, don't you...oh Jesus fuck..."
Dorian's angry train of thought was derailed by a sight in the corner of his eye. He turned to look at it.
Shawn Waits, blood and vomit seeping out of his cheek wounds, was standing up. Fuck, that douchebag should be dead!
Shawn began running towards Steve, his fists primed.
The world slowed down.
Steve turned around, hearing the footsteps. Slowly, he brought his gun up to his shoulder and squeezed off two shots.
One rocketed over his shoulder.
The other collided with the middle of his face.
The back of Shawn's head appeared to explode in a gruesome mess of blood and brain.
Dorian staggered backwards, shocked.
The world sped up.
Dorian shook his head, shocked and amazed. The Waits boy just would not die - what is he, the fucking Terminator? A fucking young Robert Patrick? - and it scared Dorian immensely. The scene of him finally dying was more visceral than any onscreen violence he'd born witness to.
Dorian stammered out his next sentences.
"O-okay. I'm getting the hell out of here. You and Vikki go look for your friend, Steve. When you find him, come and find me, and we can do this thing. In the meantime, I'm gonna go looking for the transmission tower. If you wanna find me later, Steve, I'm heading towards the Lookout Tower - that's the highest place on the island, seems suitable for a tower. Stephanie, if you want to come, now's your chance. I just gotta get out of here."
Dorian, shaken, turned his back on everyone and walked out of the field.
((Dorian continued elsewhere))