Soon it wouldn't be enough to hit guys nearly twice his size over the head. Richie was pushing Seth to a point where he wouldn't pull punches reminiscent to how it went down at Jackknife Jed's. Instead of yelling, there was a sudden chill in the low octave he spat back to his younger brother.

"We both know that between us, I'm not the one who lets family burn to death."

There was a pronounced way that Seth took his breaths. He wasn't panting but clearly in an agitated state. Pure contempt colored his gaze at his brother. Richie had been the one to abandon him, the one to go against agreed upon plans--costing not one but two lives of people-- “No!”

Kate was all that kept the focus somewhere other than another fight. His glare panned to her but she stood her ground. It wasn't exactly as if Seth was going to argue. They needed to leave. It was what he had said repeatedly. If there would be anyone to stop them, they would've piped up before knocking the last two men out.

"Lights coming in from that side. Stay on the right of us. Hold the sheets over you like you're trying to keep rain off you. Give me your gun," he told Richie as they looked to the exit. Seth looked to Kate. "Pick up what those two have and get some footwear on. We don't know what's out there."