Lincoln rubbed the top of his head glancing over to his brother, "I know... I know." He pressed against the brick wall at the end of the motel, shrinking down to crouching resting on the balls of his feet for a moment.

His head fell forward and strong hands laced behind the back of his head. He knew he hadn't thought it all through, but in that moment... he just felt like he didn't have any choice. Kate... Kate wasn't the type to have a number to call when it all settled, and he was pretty sure she might never settle.

His hands slipped free from each other as he set his forearms against his knees glancing up to his little brother, "She carries that weight around her like it's not hers Michael, like she's just supposed to feel that blame." Lincoln pushed up off the ground back to standing and shifted his weight a bit shoving his hands in his pockets, "I'll just have to make sure she doesn't run."