[ She glances out the window: Logan's a crumpled lump in the snow, Mal's gone, and it looks like the Viking chick has got Little sitting up, at least. Something too tight relaxes a little in her chest, then snags back up again as she looks back at March. ]
What d'you want me to tell you, March? I won't get in anymore fights? I'll turn and run if someone comes out swinging? That dude Logan was getting in a fight whether I was there or not. At least I can handle it.
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[ She glances out the window: Logan's a crumpled lump in the snow, Mal's gone, and it looks like the Viking chick has got Little sitting up, at least. Something too tight relaxes a little in her chest, then snags back up again as she looks back at March. ]
What d'you want me to tell you, March? I won't get in anymore fights? I'll turn and run if someone comes out swinging? That dude Logan was getting in a fight whether I was there or not. At least I can handle it.