['You aren't going to die,' the words are on the tip of her tongue but she can't make herself promise that, not when he's putting his life on the line for her and she can't do the same. Johanna nods, expression grim before she turns to glare up at the top of the dome.]
You hear that, you sick fucks? We've made our choice! Are you happy now?!
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You hear that, you sick fucks? We've made our choice! Are you happy now?!