[She's inches from him, and she can't tell if he's still looking at her, but there's nowhere else for him to look. Just the smudges of tears that she's stopped needing to fight.]
The one I guilted into dying for our cause? The one who used my pistol to blow his brains out? Or the one that fragmented himself so that his friends would have half a chance in hell?
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[She's inches from him, and she can't tell if he's still looking at her, but there's nowhere else for him to look. Just the smudges of tears that she's stopped needing to fight.]
The one I guilted into dying for our cause? The one who used my pistol to blow his brains out? Or the one that fragmented himself so that his friends would have half a chance in hell?
Which one, Connie?