Three claws popped out of the hand not keeping Noah tucked in. "Keep in mind, Blue, ya rat her out n' they come after us, yer affairs better be in order. She'll be back home soon enough. The amount a' blood shed between her n' it don't matter t' me much. Y' wanna keep it t' a minimum, tell me she's good t' go n' we'll be on our way."
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