Archarbor

Barks

Still too open. We need more chokepoints.

Bottled water. Like sodding gold dust.

We'll find you, Doctor. That's a promise.

Dunno why we even bothered with that cleaning rota.

Yeah, we can hold this place.

Stop sniffing around my head, Eleanor. If I want to talk, I'll talk.

Question. Could I take Quincy down if he turned on me?

Well Amir's still alive. That's a win.

We need to keep Lettie on her feet. If she goes we all go.

One day, Aoi. No more roadblocks and checkpoints. Just you and me and the bikes, open road for miles, all this bullshit far away. I swear to Sol.