[ did she do the right thing? it certainly doesn't feel that way, but maybe this legitimate gentleman that surely has nothing to do with the yakuza is right. logically she knows he's right, though she's not there emotionally yet -- she starts to reach out for his hand, but notices the specks of blood and withdraws it because she doesn't want the blood to get on him --- it's not like majima's ever had blood on his hands, amirite. in a little voice: ]
S... Sorry. I'm coming.
[ she's going to try to get up herself, though she's wobbly from the position she's been in. it's slow going, too. imagine if he hadn't stopped to be a good stabbing samaritan. ]
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[ did she do the right thing? it certainly doesn't feel that way, but maybe this legitimate gentleman that surely has nothing to do with the yakuza is right. logically she knows he's right, though she's not there emotionally yet -- she starts to reach out for his hand, but notices the specks of blood and withdraws it because she doesn't want the blood to get on him --- it's not like majima's ever had blood on his hands, amirite. in a little voice: ]
S... Sorry. I'm coming.
[ she's going to try to get up herself, though she's wobbly from the position she's been in. it's slow going, too. imagine if he hadn't stopped to be a good stabbing samaritan. ]