Our little friend, dat’s who. Now, we gonna split up. Half…

““Our little friend, dat’s who. Now, we gonna split up. Half gonna go one way, half another. Fifty-fifty which boat dat t’ing comes after. Guns or not, my money’s on dat t’ing at this point. Dennis, you no safer in one boat den da other. In da end, you gotta make a choice; you gotta make da right choice. You know what I’m telling you, LeFleur?" Dennis remained silent. He could see what the man was getting at, but didn’t like it all the same. "You do what’s right for Frank," Nick said. "What’s right for Kirk. Mostly, you do what’s right for you. True, you go back, you just might make it. Might. But then what? You have to live with your decision every day after that. You remember that family back at Bayou Noir? Think about why they didn’t go up in that attic. Fear. Fear and shame. Think about why that thing was up there in the first place. Fear and shame. You get back home, maybe you’ll no longer be afraid, but the shame will cling to you forever. You want that, LeFleur? You think you can live like that? The choice is yours." "Cap’n, put down that shotgun. Joseph, you, too. It’s time for the man to make his own decision, like a man should. It’s time we all respected that decision, like men should. It’s time we stopped acting like a bunch of whining children and got back to the business at hand. Y’all be quick about it, or Kirk’s a goner. Same for the rest of us." Silence””

— Clayton Spriggs