Silvertip Mountain My Mind Is My Last Sanctuary

Chaska remained silent, a grim look on his face. Steady spoke truthfully. All that had happened was in the past. Although part of him did not want to agree. He wished he could agree. And he did. So why was he still so full of guilt? Was it even guilt anymore?

"Thank you for this talk...So, is there anything you needed to ask me, or just wanted to check up on a friend of yours?" Chaska asked, perking ears up curiously. Truly he hoped there was something else to take his mind off the earlier talk.

Got to leave some things for Ezekiel to talk to him about. Why are timelines so confusing?