"Oh god. We're going to die, aren't we?"
He shrugged, as if being chained to a chair with the barrel of a gun aimed at your temple wasn't such a big deal. "Probably. Any regrets?"
"Just one."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, saving this little twerp back in high school...
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[Alastair Bishop]
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[Camella & Alastair]
"You can't protect me forever, you know. In the end, we're all made of flesh that can be cut and bones that can be broken."
"Then I will do everything in my power to get you out of here safely. My mother didn't raise a fool. A psychotic cold-hearted arse maybe — but not a fool."
"... You have got to stop doing that."
"Doing what?"
"Saying things that make me want to kiss you even if you're shot in the leg, with a face covered in bruises."
"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."
"In that case, then don't kiss me. I need to breathe at some point, and erotic asphyxiation in a cell underground isn't really my thing."
"Only you, love, can take my most romantic lines and make them sound perverted!"