"No one asked for you to be leader," Wolfram's voice was deathly quiet, and his expression didn't change in the slightest, "I don't need to be stood up for, I'm very capable of taking care of myself when I need to. I haven't come crying to you once, have I? Isn't it always you who steps in?" He paused, very little emotion to his tone. "I'm not your leader, River. I'm no one's leader. I'm just what you said, aren't I? I'm just a little to weak, just a little to cowardly, just a little to mental to lead you. I can't answer those questions, I don't know what to do. I'm just doing my best here, and as for who'll go look for Connor, I'll willing risk it and go out there. Like I've said before, I don't care anymore. I don't care if I die going to look for him, as long as my friends stay safe." He paused, his chest heaving, a strange feeling in his throat. He met her dark gaze with his icy one, and gave a small shake of his head, "I don't know what to do, River. Everyone relies on you, and why? Because you're better then us. You're stronger, faster, smarter and way more sane then us, and because of that we look to you. I won't say I know how it is to try and lead a group of rag-tag people whilst the city is falling apart, because I don't, but I do know how it is to feel helpless with no answers. I can't tell you what to do, that's your own choice, but I'll try my hardest to help, if you'll let me." He blinked slowly, eyes burning as he realized he hadn't blinked the whole time.
"I don't know what to do, River. We need to work together if we are going to get out of this alive."