XEllen: I just think we should AIEEEEEE!
Faden: So that's what Jamon was hidin' in here. Just waitin' on Darwin's word, oui? He sent me to bring you two along.
Darwin: Last time I wanted you to suffer. I'm past that. Now I just want you to die.
Blaine: An' I'm the Queen of Beirut.
Faden: ... Yeah, not my best. Why can't you be scart out of your wits like her?
Murdoch: Sensible. But not sensible enough to shoot me in the back.
Blaine: Cause I ain't a fifteen-year-old you molested. Now fuck off.
Darwin: Who says I need to? You swapped that knife to the right damn fast. How's you shoulder?
Murdoch: How's you arm?
Darwin: Come an' find out.
Faden: You was wrong about me, you know. I do remember you. I even remember which boot you keep a knife in.
Murdoch: Boy, I have a knife. I'm the one supposed to trick you into close fightin'.
Faden: I don't like knives! I don't like sneaks!
Darwin: So do it then, old man. What's holdin' you back? Not fear, that ain't your style. Waitin' for me to slip? To look away? I been waitin' for this a long time, frere. They ain't much could make me --
Faden: An' come to think of it, I never cared much for you.
Blaine: AAAAAAAAA --
Faden: So that's what Jamon was hidin' in here. Just waitin' on Darwin's word, oui? He sent me to bring you two along.
Darwin: Last time I wanted you to suffer. I'm past that. Now I just want you to die.
Blaine: An' I'm the Queen of Beirut.
Faden: ... Yeah, not my best. Why can't you be scart out of your wits like her?
Murdoch: Sensible. But not sensible enough to shoot me in the back.
Blaine: Cause I ain't a fifteen-year-old you molested. Now fuck off.
Darwin: Who says I need to? You swapped that knife to the right damn fast. How's you shoulder?
Murdoch: How's you arm?
Darwin: Come an' find out.
Faden: You was wrong about me, you know. I do remember you. I even remember which boot you keep a knife in.
Murdoch: Boy, I have a knife. I'm the one supposed to trick you into close fightin'.
Faden: I don't like knives! I don't like sneaks!
Darwin: So do it then, old man. What's holdin' you back? Not fear, that ain't your style. Waitin' for me to slip? To look away? I been waitin' for this a long time, frere. They ain't much could make me --
Faden: An' come to think of it, I never cared much for you.
Blaine: AAAAAAAAA --
When last we saw.... Murdoch - Darwin - Blaine - Ellen - Faden
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