[Wolfwood exhales on a weak laugh, but it is not a humorous one. He sounds tired. In disbelief, maybe. And when Ain’s head knocks into his, he just presses his fingertips into his back more firmly, but gentle all the same.]
Guess m’gonna hafta teach Ange to kill people.
[He has a gun, he’s fought people dozens of times before, but what if-]
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[Wolfwood exhales on a weak laugh, but it is not a humorous one. He sounds tired. In disbelief, maybe. And when Ain’s head knocks into his, he just presses his fingertips into his back more firmly, but gentle all the same.]
Guess m’gonna hafta teach Ange to kill people.
[He has a gun, he’s fought people dozens of times before, but what if-]