[Yusei narrows his eyes at the load in his own arms, a similarly suspicious looking box. This scene...it's not real, but the mere idea of it even having a chance of happening in reality chills him to the bone far more than the winter air about him.]
The way I see it, we're dead men either way.
[As traitors, or as rebels...but if he's going to go down either way, then...]
I'd rather go down on my own terms. I assume you feel the same.
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The way I see it, we're dead men either way.
[As traitors, or as rebels...but if he's going to go down either way, then...]
I'd rather go down on my own terms. I assume you feel the same.