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[LUNDEGAARD]

So. Bad news. What are we doing?

I don't have 10,000 bullets.

What are you thinking?

Not sure. It just don't feel right to close up shop, as it were, and hope for the best.

I just don't know if we have the resources to take on 10,000 of them.

But we should be prepared to take on some of them, if the need arises.

Yeah, I know.

Sorry to phrase it like it's your problem to figure out or make a declaration about, just getting antsy thinking about this.

Me too. I hate this.

[...] Need a drink? Know it won't solve anything, but figured to offer.

Sure, why not? Feeling a little doomed, might as well numb it.

Maybe it'll help us come up with some genius plan. Doubtful, but you never know.

Genius plan will probably just be me going "fuck it, I'll deal with this myself".

Take care of Hollyhock for me.

Don't you go bequeathing shit to me, Emmett.

If you're planning something stupid, you know I'm not going to sit back and let you go alone.

I'm not planning on anything.

Except to have moonshine with a pal and pretend like this doesn't matter for an hour or two.

Sounds good. You around now?

Yep. Bring a glass and meet you by the fire pit?

Yep. I'll bring jerky. Thanks, Marv.

Don't mention it, Em.

We'll figure this out. We always do.