You decide to pick up on some of these swear words. They’re good stuff- you mean shit.
SEE: Yeah, I mean- it did turn into a mess, but I’m only a day old- not even that much!
SEE: I stand by what I said, and I think I can handle it…Max was trying to get someone else to join his group, and I wanted to show her that she didn’t have to go along with everything.
SEE: He’d see me as a danger no matter what, considering I’m friends with someone he thinks is an enemy.
SEE: I just want to help people, and I don’t know why people have to get hurt and killed because of the overseers…
SEE: Why can’t we all just fucking help each other?
SAMSON: Yes, yes, good speech. I'm sure that will really help when you have to fi-
CAYDEN: Samson. Stop. It gets it. Stop yelling.
Samson huffs and walks faster, putting distance between herself and the group.
CAYDEN: I'm sorry about that. She gets really heated when it comes to matters of everyone's safety.
He sighs.
CAYDEN: Doesn't mean she's not right though.
CAYDEN: There were probably ways to accomplish what you wanted without putting yourself in danger.
CAYDEN: But sitting here talking about it isn't going to change that.
CAYDEN: What matters is what you do going forward.
CAYDEN: And for now, that means tackling this room.
SEE: Yeah…I guess.