Rui
Trash
Quinn
Quinn closed her eyes, contemplating.
Yes, a last stand...
She chuckled darkly, "God, we sound like the lone rangers in a bad western film."
She shook her head sadly, "So we're walking to our death, hoping to reignite the spark of revolution?"
She sighed, "Arnies' right, we can't keep hiding in the shadows if we want people to think we're strong or unafraid." She sipped her tea thoughtfully, "It takes bold strokes to paint a masterpiece, even if you use too much paint."
She folded her hands in her lap, "So how?"
Quinn closed her eyes, contemplating.
Yes, a last stand...
She chuckled darkly, "God, we sound like the lone rangers in a bad western film."
She shook her head sadly, "So we're walking to our death, hoping to reignite the spark of revolution?"
She sighed, "Arnies' right, we can't keep hiding in the shadows if we want people to think we're strong or unafraid." She sipped her tea thoughtfully, "It takes bold strokes to paint a masterpiece, even if you use too much paint."
She folded her hands in her lap, "So how?"