Much let out a huge sigh, shaking his head. "Yeah, I don't think anything's gonna change the fact that the Sheriff is hunting us, and will always be hunting us," he looked up into the glacial blue of Athena's eyes. "Or at least, he'll be hunting us till he's caught us all," he added, grimly. And then added on top of that, like contradictory verbal lasagna: "He's not going to catch us all, though. Won't let him. We need at least one of us out to mount a daring rescue when the time comes. That's how it goes. That's how it always goes. Oh - bloody hell, listen to me talk like I think I'm prophetic, what the fuck. Sorry."
He closed his eyes for a second to stop himself rolling them. Yeah, Much, just air all your thoughts as you have them in front of the goddess of goddamn wisdom.