“W-wait!” he screams, clutching his stomach wound. “Please, don’t do this, Kain!” He looks from side to side, attempting to be discreet. He’s still trying to get his gun. Still trying to kill me. At the murderous look in my eye, Wes changes tack. “D-don’t do this, Kain,” he whimpers, his voice cracking every other word. “We can get past this! Please, I-I’m sorry I betrayed your trust. Please, Kain… I don’t want to die.”
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