Whipp starts, her voice clear and mildly hostile.
What do you even want out of this? It’s pretty obvious they’re no fighter, and frankly, they wouldn’t last up against the firepower she’s got, let alone the alliance.
Ooh, tough words, tough words! Looks like we got a little badass over here, huh? Get a load of that.
Whipp grumbles, the sound of bullets grinding together almost like a growl.
Take it easy, kid. What they want is simple.
They’re going to win, one way or another. You get it, right? Whatever it takes, because the thing is- if they don’t win, their family’s gone, and they can’t bear that. They love their family, honest. It’s good here, and as it stands right now- this alliance? This alliance is a threat to that. If they play nice, if they kick Spit’s ass, though…yknow, it wouldn’t be the worst to team up. Everybody wins.
But until then, they’re the enemy, and Lover will do what it takes to come out on top. No matter what.