[ The brief moment of no I wouldn't, I wouldn't leave him panic passes; alright, that's just-- too much emotion after too much stress and not enough sleep. He leans forward, resting his great big head in his hands, but doesn't stray from the Marquis' embrace. ]
Fewer than ten.
How many do you think we'll lose this time? Rex is already packing his bags.
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Fewer than ten.
How many do you think we'll lose this time? Rex is already packing his bags.