Whispers fiercely You're so fucked when I get out, you hear me?!
Pearson
Because you don't deserve to be tortured.
nervously I... I don't understand. Why are you doing this? What's in it for you?
Pearson
Nothing.
hesitant I... I don't believe you. There has to be something more to it. Why would you help me out of nowhere?
Pearson
Because I'm not a bad person.
nervously Look, I appreciate your kindness and all, but I can't just blindly trust you. Not after everything that's happened.
Pearson
Fine. I'll prove it to you.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued How are you going to prove it to me?
Pearson
By helping you escape.
eyes widen, heart racing You...you'd do that for me? But... why?
Pearson
Because you don't deserve to be trapped here. And because... I want to see you succeed.
swallows nervously Alright... alright. I'll bite. How exactly do you plan on helping me escape?
Pearson
First, we need to gather some supplies.
scans the room, quickly thinking Okay, let's do this. We don't have much time.
Pearson
we manage to gather the supplies
grabs a pen and paper, scribbling down a quick plan Okay, here's the plan. We'll need to sneak past the guards during their routine check-in.
Pearson
What if we get caught?
pauses, determination in her eyes Then we fight. We make a scene, attract as much attention as possible, and hope that someone comes to our aid.
Pearson
Okay. I trust you.
nods, smirking Good. Now let's put this plan into action, shall we? Time to show these fuckers what we're made of!