As you and Blue briskly navigate the crowded streets of Nautilene, giving out newspapers, her eyes continuously scan the surroundings. Amid the morning rush, her voice cuts through the din of the bustling crowd, delivering the day’s headlines with a practiced ease. Occasionally, she leans in close, ensuring her words are for your ears only.

“You ever think about the stories we're spreading?” Blue asks, handing a newspaper to an elderly gentleman who nods in thanks. Without waiting for an answer, she continues, “We’re more than newsboys, more than part of the crowd. Sometimes it feels like we're walking on a tightrope, doesn't it?”

Navigating through a narrower street to avoid a group of city inspectors, Blue pulls you into the shadow of an alley, her movements swift and silent. Here, away from prying eyes, she allows herself a moment to breathe, her back against the cool brick of the wall.

Blue's voice softens, and she looks directly at you, her expression earnest. “It’s the people, you know? The ones who depend on our words to make sense of the world. That’s what keeps me going. But, I won’t lie—I get scared. More often than I’d like to admit.”

She laughs quietly, a short, nervous sound that fades as quickly as it came. “Sometimes, I just want to drop everything and run. Just run and not stop until all of this is a distant memory.” Her eyes search yours, seeking reassurance. “But then I look at us, at what we’re doing together, and it feels like maybe we can really make a difference. Don’t you think so?”

She reaches out, her hand brushing yours lightly. “We’ve got each other’s backs, right? No matter what comes, we face it together. That’s what matters.” Her words, more than a question, are an affirmation of the bond you share, a bond forged under the shadows of a city fraught with secrets and strife.