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I think we’re done here.
Fuck! Get over yourself, Night Terror. Trust me, I don’t need anything from anyone, especially not from a guy creeping on Cubans while in the middle of a mental break.
Night Terror yanks his hand free from Blitz’s grasp, and uses it to swipe her other hand from his shoulder. He takes a step back.
Night Terror shakes with anger. Blitz reaches out to take his shaking finger, then the rest of his hand, into her own. She pulls his hand down near their sides, and places her other hand on his trembling shoulder.
Trouble found Sundance long before she found us. She asked – hell, she begged us to teach her! And we treated her like a gnat – a joke – until it was too late to… I remember too! And I’m going to make damn sure I do everything I can do to stop it from
Hmm, encourage some kids to believe they are invincible? Hard pass. I still remember how well that worked out for us last time we tried.