Hurriedly, Jesse pushes himself up, scrambling away from the stupid fucking shadows that keep trying to slide up to him, tries to stay firm and angry in the face of danger. It's just hard, when the smoke curls out with Wallie's words, like a dragon breathing fire.
"Makin' -- making my stand - like you don't know. Y'can't fucking hurt me, m'awake."
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"Makin' -- making my stand - like you don't know. Y'can't fucking hurt me, m'awake."