[You could be in on this.

Sin. The guilt. The red eyes in the darkness. The sense of being hunted...

He stares off into the desert as he drops his hand from his face. ...could that be true? He walks on towards the distant town.] Whether we're involved in this or not, the only option for now is to seek shelter and answers. Time felt like it was holding still before.

It's possible it was. If that's what happens when we try to run... [Then what options are there?]