[ The more Krieg speaks, the more Greg shrinks in his chair. His eyes dart around, anxious, as if someone could be lurking to overhear this sort of talk. The dread is deep and gnawing, something more visceral than his usual nervousness about such matters. ]
Krieg... come on man... be serious, I mean...
[ The problem isn't the notion, but how reasonable and right it sounds, how they would be better off somewhere else.
But they can't, they couldn't, if they try, they'll... Greg can't make eye contact, anymore. ]
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Krieg... come on man... be serious, I mean...
[ The problem isn't the notion, but how reasonable and right it sounds, how they would be better off somewhere else.
But they can't, they couldn't, if they try, they'll... Greg can't make eye contact, anymore. ]