[ She shrugs and looks out at the stretch of road to the left of this cobbled together collection of buildings. Dust is building and something is stirring. ]
There's no point anyway. [ Maybe it was safer below ground... ] What comrades are you talking about? Comrades who have gone?
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There's no point anyway. [ Maybe it was safer below ground... ] What comrades are you talking about? Comrades who have gone?