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Three absorbed what the others had to say. Apparently his hunch was right, and discussing their deaths in front of them wouldn't be taken kindly. It never really is, but that goes without saying. Or, it should. The lack of a vehicle was troubling, but fortunately he'd heard Nine say something about mechanics. Maybe she'd be able to fix something up. Who knows. Probably not her, that's for sure.

[color=lightcoral]"I say Jakob lives too. He could know something valuable."[/color], he agreed. In a hushed tone, because that's what everyone else was doing. He heard Two's suggestion, and his eyes widened. He simply didn't understand. He tapped Two's shoulder as she went to kick the locks off the remaining chests to get her attention, before whispering, [color=lightcoral]"Sorry? Leave them here to starve to death? How is that better than killing them ourselves? Fuck, I'd even say it's bloody worse! Not only are we pissing them off, leaving them with all the more reason to kill us, we're also potentially subjecting them to a slow and painful death. Either fucking kill them now or let them out. Don't let them starve."[/color]

He felt the tension build within him as he said this, but made sure he kept his voice down. He let himself cool off, rubbing his eyes as he did so. [color=lightcoral]"Look. The only thing we have control over is ourselves in the present. If we tie them up, there's no telling what could happen by the hands of others in the future."[/color], and with that he had whispered all he had wanted to whisper.

He gave the room a hunched gaze, attempting to spot another door. He didn't like the idea of a gunfight if he didn't have any guns. Especially if his bow was unstrung.