[With his good hand, he fishes out a bomb and holds it over his shoulder for Lucretia—or anyone, really.]
Light this and throw it!
[Whether it's an explosive or not doesn't matter. Smoke is thick and irritating, with a lingering small besides. Whatever it does, any delay is better than no delay.]
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Light this and throw it!
[Whether it's an explosive or not doesn't matter. Smoke is thick and irritating, with a lingering small besides. Whatever it does, any delay is better than no delay.]