Marrow: and why are you emotional? *they seem confused, as if they didn't see how it calling ink a friend in the past made this moment MUCH worse.*

Marrow: . . . why are you sniffling. pollen?

Marrow: do you really have a choice? a gun might not kill you, but it will be enough to stun you for me to cause some real harm.

Marrow: I come with you, I have nowhere else to be, and my home is far away...

Marrow: fine, on one condition.