[Finally, when the Mastermind's Evil Exposition is winding down and she's mostly fielding furious and incredulous questions from the peanut gallery, a better-composed but definitely still shaken Aqua murmurs to his mother:]
We should find somewhere to talk.
[After this. Privately. Where they won't have to worry about getting murdered (or murdered again), apparently.
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We should find somewhere to talk.
[After this. Privately. Where they won't have to worry about getting murdered (or murdered again), apparently.
His hand is cold. He's terrified.]