I shrug as my eyes scan the ground for signs of nearby game out of habit. "Everyone has something to hide." I refrain from adding something along the lines of now we have something in common, but I feel it anyways. There are people on the island whose lives have been innocent and I envy them for it, but they don't understand.

He's hardly one to be trusted, but then again, neither am I.

There are other tracks around the area we're in, but they're older, already partially covered or disturbed. Since there's nothing to see, I walk past clumps of bushes but keep my distance from him. "Why did you shoot him?"