Do what they think that they must

Good from bad? The simple distinction was often lost on May, that and he knew of no real line to divide good and bad. Things were simply how they were. He lifted his gaze to match the female for another brief moment, was leaving a viable option? Though he didn't know many others here he could quite easily step away unnoticed. He'd done it many times before, simply vanishing away from his family pack with little notice given.

I think I'll stay. I don't think I have any real reason to leave. he didn't have a reason to stay either. But that wasn't really important. As they moved along the questions seemed to be reminding him he was something of an unknowledgeable child, he was Painfully aware that he was coming off as an indecisive twit he did his best to frame a more prudent and distracting question. So...what. Like, what are we doing? At the border I mean