“So you’re condemning us to die?” Any bravado Yan might have had before had been excised and replaced by wide-eyed fear.
“No. Leave the city as fast as you can, and you can get help somewhere else.
“This way, if you die from this, it’ll be on you for not getting out of my way quickly enough.”
I don’t really care, so long as you’re out of my city. You’ll have some ugly scars if you don’t hurry.”
My city. Not even our city.
Though it could be in the sense of “my home city”, I kinda doubt that’s the full extent of it.
Skitter gestured to the door, and the three were quick to leave. “Sierra, the shutter.”