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Disclaimer: James Cameron could not possibly want anything I have, so don't sue.
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Don't leave me here. You know what they'll do to me. Ben pleaded with Max.

Why shouldn't I leave you here? She hoped it wouldn't come to that.
Ben turned white.
You wouldn't. Please, Maxie, no, I'm your brother, I love you, I cared for you in Manticore...
She gazed coldly down at him. He was a monster, but by how much less was she?
Ben's life depended on how much.

You have killed, Ben, for sport and pleasure. Not in self-defense. Not because you were a scared, confused, little kid. Not even in revenge. Why, Ben, why?

He smiled, on the verge of tears. It hit Max. Ben wasn't an adult. He was still the scared, stupidly religious boy at Manticore. Now he was even worse, he was almost insane.
She closed her eyes a moment. Then she cracked her fist over his skull, rendering him unconcious. Max stood, tried to haul Ben in a fireman's carry. She grunted. Heavy, but she could carry him. Not to outrun the Manticore patrols, though. She spotted a tree with low hanging branches. She put all her strength into throwing Ben into the branches, and climbed up to steady his sleeping form. Max pulled branches around them, cradled her brother, and prayed to any watching diety no one would see them.