"<span style="color: purple">Pfft,</span>" Loretta scoffed. "<span style="color: purple">Like Hell you're gonna be out here alone. I sleep even less than you do, and I'm the one always out and shooting everything, on top of all the bitching we got going back and forth.</span>" She shook her head. "<span style="color: purple">Ain't no way I'm leaving you out here. Not the only person who cares.</span>"<br/><br/>Both of Loretta's knees were on the ground not long after her words. It was obvious that she had thoughts racing through her own head as well, and although they bugged her, it wasn't as complicated as one might think. All that was on her mind was the desire to make sure that nobody she knew and cared for died. "<span style="color: purple">And even if it's our last night,</span>" she then said softly, "<span style="color: purple">at least it'll be a real whopper to talk about when we're burning in Hell.</span>" Loretta slung an arm over Emma's shoulders and leaned over, pressing her bony cheek against Emma's scarred one. "<span style="color: purple">It'd be better if we rested at the same time. Don't wanna have one get worn to shit al by herself.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>