"It's taking its toll on a lot of us. I'm just as stressed as you are, but I know that if I go down by my own hand, everyone is going to see that we aren't capable, that we opt out of the struggle. We need to keep the struggle going, and to win."
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[b]He keeps fiddling with the gun[/b] "I-I'll take a bourbon"
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[b][i]A waiter brings you a bottle, and Jakob continues drinking his.[/i][/b] "So, what do you do? Are you a scout?"
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"Engineer" [b]He takes a chug and continues to fiddle with the gun[/b]
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"Well, I'm a scout. Good thing your still alive then. Going to need people to make sure our weapons work."
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"Uhuh...." [b]He fiddles with the gun again[/b] "And done!"
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"What? Fixed it?" He says, and readies something under the table. He kept his blowpipe, along with all his other stuff, from Corra, and got a few sleep darts made.
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"You can stop that"
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"Not for you." He says, and holsters it again. "Or at least not now."
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"Alright" [b]He pulls out the revolver and says what he did with it[/b]
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"Nice."
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"Indeed"
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"Well, I'm going to get some shuteye."
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"Night"
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"Night." He says, and leaves. [spoiler]end[/spoiler]