[ He's ready for the killing blow. Any second now, Thorns is going to stab him, or pull him apart, and he's ready. He's ready. If he's got any luck left it'll be quick, but even if it's not, he's made his peace. It'll be okay. The kids will be okay. Stampede -- Blondie -- is back at that other town with his mom and brat brother, he'll be okay. Knives's puppet will see how a man dies, and it'll be okay. He's done.
But then Thorns says something about children, our children, and it breaks Wolfwood's concentration enough that the spear through his arm makes him cry out. ]
Children? What...? [ He can't move his fingers anymore, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is the kids, and the only kids he can think of that Knives would be calling ours are the children from the orphanage. The children he sacrificed the man in front of him to save. ] What children? Don't hurt them, they're just kids, please.
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But then Thorns says something about children, our children, and it breaks Wolfwood's concentration enough that the spear through his arm makes him cry out. ]
Children? What...? [ He can't move his fingers anymore, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is the kids, and the only kids he can think of that Knives would be calling ours are the children from the orphanage. The children he sacrificed the man in front of him to save. ] What children? Don't hurt them, they're just kids, please.