"Oh, thank the gods. I thought a lot more begging was needed." Marlo let out a sigh of relief. "If I told her about how cool you guys were just for you all to not be around, she'd actually kill me."
Chase shook his head. "Unfortunately not, seeing as how many people would like to see all of us in a ditch at the moment, I think it'd be nice to have some friends."
He gazed at Marlo a bit more however.
Chase couldn't put an exact finger on it, but something about how Marlo acted was refreshing. Despite his terrible predicament,
He was almost cartoonishly upbeat?
Like he looked like picture perfect inspiration. When shit got hard, he looked fine and still had a childlike innocence.
'Whimsy. That's the word. He still had whimsy.
I need that to rub off on me real soon.'
As Chase finished his thoughts, Marlo pressed on. "I've put some things in motion already. Namely, having a spy network. Getting our men on the gates and bringing in any recruits."
