[ He really didn't think he'd be able to grab Blondie's gun, honestly... which maybe says a lot for how distracted the man is by his horrific alternate writhing over there on the sands. He's got a clear shot, no reason to hesitate...

...and then Blondie jumps in his way and that fucking asshole dead Wolfwood pops the goddamn gun open, and they're both yelling something about... ]

Kids?

[ Look, he might be a nobody from nowhere, but even Nick Wolfwood knows what fucking pregnancy looks like, okay? And okay, plants are weird, but unless he's hiding those babies in his thorns? There's no goddamn kids here. ]

What the fuck are you all talking about? [ To Blondie: ] Get out of my way! [ And, snarled, in the other direction where he can only assume that asshole ghost is: ] And don't ever touch my fucking gun!

[ It's not his gun at the moment, but it's the principle of the thing! Now, will somebody please let him shoot Thorns before he kills them all? ]