Andrew nodded slowly. He'd gotten lost in the desert once, a year before. He'd run out of water fast, and his life had started flashing through his eyes. That had been nearly as terrifying as being imprisoned and harmed daily, but White had led him here. Perhaps this oasis had saved more than just a few people in its existence. Maybe it was the source of life for many. Since then White had never been lost, she had always found the place time and time again.

Andrew grimaced hard, looking down. "I don't know... I'm afraid of guns... My fa... my... I mean, what if... I shoot you? Or myself? Then I'd slow you down more..." Guns terrified him ever since he'd seen his mother's life drain away. He didn't want to see that happen again, especially not from his own doing.