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"You weren't offensive. Just how I act, like an ass. Sarcasm is my first language."
"We're not getting any younger. Let's go."
Astrid and Sawyer drudge through the sandstorm, thankful for the helmets.
"You need to guide me. A hand? I assume a perk of being Night is sand...vision...or, something."
English
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"Thanks." Sawyer grabs Astrid hand, and he immediately scratches his palm on her wickedly sharp claws. They get closer to to the point where Astrid taps his knuckle. They both crawl into the grate which is very dingy and dusty. As far as Sawyer knew, the guard didn't notice them. "Do you think that guy saw us?" Sawyer says, adjusting his arm so he didn't squash a rat under his elbow.
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"Ok." Sawyer whips out his gun and literally sends the pastors head toppling over onto the ground with one slug, blood pouring in an arc out of his stump neck like a water fountain. "Where's your faith now?" Sawyer yells as all the Barons turn to see him and Astrid in the vents, and Astrid vaporizes them with her arc pylon.
