[They've let down so many walls between each other, so what's one more? A note of defeat seeps into his voice, which comes out as little more than a whisper. He knows what Wolfwood will say. He could run into the sunset, forever and ever. The problem was that Knives would always follow him. In his wake there would be more Jeneora Rock's. More stolen plants. More sick and dying children.
But he doesn't say this, even if he's sure Wolfwood gets it. Instead, he offers:]
If there's a chance I can change his mind, to get him to return those plants, I have to take it.
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[They've let down so many walls between each other, so what's one more? A note of defeat seeps into his voice, which comes out as little more than a whisper. He knows what Wolfwood will say. He could run into the sunset, forever and ever. The problem was that Knives would always follow him. In his wake there would be more Jeneora Rock's. More stolen plants. More sick and dying children.
But he doesn't say this, even if he's sure Wolfwood gets it. Instead, he offers:]
If there's a chance I can change his mind, to get him to return those plants, I have to take it.