Surviving Until The End, Part I
When the ship arrived, 437 laid Max down at a corner and puts a blanket on top of him. 974 chuckled at 437. "You're like a mother that's taking care of her son." He joked. 437 half-grins and lightly punched 974 on his left arm. "Oh shut up, I'm just helping an ill comrade." "Right, though you don't treat him as warmly when he's awake." 974 said. "Ugh, stop it. You know I can't forgive him for a certain reason." 437 rolled her eyes. "The little dude even tried to rescue you, and you're still insisting to act like that." "No matter how much you try to convince me to stop being like this, I won't. Max needs to know that I'm only doing this because he made a wrong decision." 974 shakes his head at 437. "Right, I'll be at the storage room repairing some of the weapons." He excused himself
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