Sound the bugle now

He couldn't help but stare in shock at the child. She looked so...unwell. A lump lodged itself in his throat which he desperately tried to swallow when her eyes met his. He could see it there, the shadow of anger, and he knew it well. There was a familiarity there, and it shook him to the core. "Hey.." He said softly again, reaching out to her when she tried to get away, but not moving to actually touch her. "You look like shit, kid..." He whispered, concern touching his rough tones now. She looked starved, half dead, and he could see the madness in her gaze.

Something was very very wrong.

"Are you hungry? I could get you something. Or you know, help you if.…you need anything." He felt odd, out of place, but there's no way he could let a child walk away looking like this. "Hey, whats your name?" He said softly, moving to try and get to her level, to meet slate blue eyes with her own. He wanted to see that she was okay, he didn't want to get involved in someone else's mess. But he couldn't in good conscious leave her like this. "I can't go away, kid." he whispered then, committing to this. She was broken, at such a young age, and he needed to make sure she was okay. Whoever she was.

"Burn Baby Burn"