[Absolutely not. The arm almost surprises her but she doesn't pull away.
The memory strikes like her like a truck. The blonde boy, the brother, the kid who accompanies all her happiest memories.
In her arms. His expression vacant, his eyes dull, a bullet wound through his forehead. She tenses with Genos's arms around her. She feels another piece of her world collapsing around her.]
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The memory strikes like her like a truck. The blonde boy, the brother, the kid who accompanies all her happiest memories.
In her arms. His expression vacant, his eyes dull, a bullet wound through his forehead. She tenses with Genos's arms around her. She feels another piece of her world collapsing around her.]
Don't. Fight. Jin.