>Fuck dice

You sigh and shake your head. "Makes sense. Eat up you two. A deal's a deal."

"Count your spoons before they go," Aneta mutters darkly as she leans against the wall, folding her arms with a frown.

"You think I've even seen silver cutlery?" you snort, rolling your eyes. An idea occurs to you as the boys finish up and you raise your hand. "Hold on one moment... Your father was a doctor, you said? Do you know if any of his old friends are around? Ones who aren't too thrilled about the Feds?"

"The doctor wasn't our dad," Mariaz corrects you quietly. "He was nice, but... He was never our dad."

"Kept us away from his friends too," Kris nods, looking at you with consideration. "We tried to play with the other kids, but not many wanted anything to do with a couple of 'drakes.'" He spits the slur and casts a dirty look at Aneta, who draws herself up primly and returns it with a frigid sneer. "...You two have something against the Feds?"

The room immediately tenses. Even Mariaz feels it and freezes, his spoon in his mouth as Aneta tenses like a spring. The kid's too damn sharp. You feel your lips suddenly grow very dry as you ask slowly, "And what if we do?"

He looks between you and Aneta, seemingly weighing his options. The young man doesn't trust you, but he clearly considers you in a better light than your comrade. At length, he takes a slow breath and speaks slowly and carefully, as if expecting Aebrith's sword to descend at any moment. "If I said... I was serious about wanting to rip their throats out... If I said I want to kill them for what they did to Doctor Kurek, what then?"

"You can't be serious," Aneta frowns. "...Fuck, you <i>are</i> serious. Kings and Queens... Iwo, I know we need others but they're-"

"What, drakes can't fight the fucks who came in and killed the one bastard who ever gave a shit about us?!" Kris snaps, standing with a snarl and looking like he's ready to start a war right there and then.

"You're <i>kids!"</i> Aneta growls back. "I know you're drakes, but you're children for the crown's sake!"

"I'm plenty old enough to hold a gun," Kris frowns, his anger baffled for the moment. "And we're <i>all</i> old enough to get shot by the Feds just for being dragonbreed, or shelled for living in the wrong place, or put in a fucking camp and made into slaves for Kings-know-what reason."

"Will you both keep your damn voices down?!" you hiss, the back of your neck prickling. The walls in your building aren't thick enough for a conversation at this volume.

What do you do?
>Keeping a deal is one thing, but fighting alongside drakes? Not a chance.
>You'll not put kids in danger, but maybe they could run messages or something, if they really want to help.
>Mariaz is way too young for combat, but Kris clearly wants to fight the good fight. Accept the older brother.
>You'll keep Mariaz out of harm's way, but he can be useful too. Enlist them both.
>Every hand that can hold a gun is needed to fight for freedom.

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