Carter checks on Eliot's vitals, making sure that everything is in order and gets to his feet, allowing the assassins to drag him away. He watches them leave and the sight weighs heavy on his heart. It's still like he can feel Benton's disapproving glare burning into his neck and it's weird; he hasn't thought about him for so long, why now? Why today?

What the hell are you doing, Carter?

I'm working on it, okay?!

Why did any of this have to happen?

He rubs his face, then steps back over to Brett's side. "... It's good to see you."