[Namur lets go of the shroud, and takes the net full of dying fish into the galley so there's a little bit of separation between her and the death. He returns to the deck, wiping his hands on his pants.]
Think it's nice a y' t' try an' keep 'em close.
[He furrows his brow a little.]
So what is it keeps y' here, Leanne? Others've left cuz they can't handle what we do, but yer the one gets physically hurt by it all, an' y' stay anyway. How come?
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[Namur lets go of the shroud, and takes the net full of dying fish into the galley so there's a little bit of separation between her and the death. He returns to the deck, wiping his hands on his pants.]
Think it's nice a y' t' try an' keep 'em close.
[He furrows his brow a little.]
So what is it keeps y' here, Leanne? Others've left cuz they can't handle what we do, but yer the one gets physically hurt by it all, an' y' stay anyway. How come?