[ If she could hear him, if the blood weren't rushing in her ears, if she could answer, she might say,
"your apology is worth shit."
The lifeline severs, her head hitting the ground first and bending the wrong way, the crack of her neck as it snaps resounding in the otherwise empty stairwell.
—is what he wishes he could think, but it feels like he'd be a little less human if he did. He already feels like he almost isn't, and he only gives a cursory look for anything of hers and ends up just getting his gun and heading back up to the third floor instead, heading off to the bathrooms to clean his wounds and fix what he can before he inevitably has to face anyone he knows. )
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"your apology is worth shit."
The lifeline severs, her head hitting the ground first and bending the wrong way, the crack of her neck as it snaps resounding in the otherwise empty stairwell.
Chiaki Kudo is dead. ]
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—is what he wishes he could think, but it feels like he'd be a little less human if he did. He already feels like he almost isn't, and he only gives a cursory look for anything of hers and ends up just getting his gun and heading back up to the third floor instead, heading off to the bathrooms to clean his wounds and fix what he can before he inevitably has to face anyone he knows. )