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Landry absently rubbed at the back of his neck at Liora's question, "It's just been a while since I’ve been on a run, you know." A while since he'd had others' lives to worry about. While he worked better as a team player, the weight of worry for the lives of others was always heavily present. “But I’m sure we’ll be ok." Or as okay as a group of people who'd never worked together could be, going after a man that wouldn’t make it easy to take him back to the very people he'd worked so hard to escape.<br/>
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To say that Landry was more than a little curious as to why the man had run in the first place was an understatement. But he wasn't there to ask questions. Not from the man they were hunting anyhow. Not to mention the chance of him even asking the man was slim to none. Not when the possibility was very high that the man would be dead before they ever returned to the Spire. Even as Landry hoped like hell that it wouldn't come to that.<br/>
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<i>'Far too valuable to lose.'</i> Landry didn’t think so, but he kept the thought to himself.<br/>
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Watching Liora's excitement over the bow and arrow Montana had gotten for her drew a soft smile from the dark haired male, a slow warmth spreading through his chest. He'd almost forgotten how much he missed a group dynamic. Missed that familial bond that oftentimes sprouted between those who depended on one another for survival. And when Liora glanced his way, a spark of confidence in her gaze, he offered her a bright smile and a wink.<br/>
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They'd be okay. They had to be. Already, Landry knew if given the chance he could grow to deeply care for these people.<br/>
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