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Emerald Drifter
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“There have to be other options,” Maroon says. “There has to be something we can do. We can try some kind of – something like guerilla warfare, or we can recruit halfsies –“
“Why would they trust us?” Daffodil lets out a strained laugh. “If I were them, I wouldn’t.”
“Couldn’t we ally with other gangs? There have to be some others who aren’t on board with this kind of thing.”
“I don’t know if we can risk being wrong about who we trust,” she says helplessly. “People keep quiet about their opinions on this kind of thing for a reason. Making the wrong call could be really bad for us.” She stops, looking down at her hands. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound like I’m just shooting down everything you’re saying.”
“No, it’s okay, I…” Maroon trails off as Goldie walks up behind Daffodil, who quickly moves out of the way and gives them a reassuring touch on the waist.
“Maroon, this – this isn’t really how I wanted you to find out about this,” they mutter. They’re almost unrecognizable, folded in on themselves, their voice brittle. “I was hoping to break the news after all of this, and maybe … maybe that was bad of me.”
They pause for a moment, their mouth twitching. “I would understand,” they start again, even more quietly, “if … after all this, and especially since I didn’t tell you about it, if you didn’t wanna join the Charge anymore.”
It takes a moment, but Maroon squares their shoulders and lifts their jaw. “Of course I still wanna join the Charge. I have to join.”
Goldie looks up, wide-eyed.
“Because we gotta stop them, right? And you need all the help you can get for that.”
“Roon …”
Cadmium tilts their head, smiling slightly. “This is a good one, Boss. Nice pick.”
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