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"I...understand..."
Swallowing hard, Yuuta approached Izumi, pressing the metal of the barrel against Izumi's soft, well-maintained grey hair.
...Was that...a flicker of lucidity in his eyes? No...he must have imagined it.
Yuuta shakily aims the gun towards Izumi.
"Let's not have a repeat of last time. Get close to him. Put the barrel right up against his temple."
"Ş̛o̵̷̧ ̡I͟'̀l̵l͘ ̶̛as̡͏k̡ ̷͟͟y̴̛͘o̕ừ ͞o͏́ne͠ ̀m҉oŗ̸҉ȩ̷ ̴̢̛t̕͠͞i̴̵m̢͘e͜.̷ ̸̴͡
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͏̴̕Ẁ̀i̵͏l͡l ̸̡yo͞ú̢͘ ̷͏͠ḱ̸i҉̵l̸͞͡l S̢en͞a̧͢-̶̛͞k̡͏u̴͠ǹ͝҉?̴"
"L̡i҉҉ś͜t̡͜͠e̕n̸͠͡ ͏̀t͠҉ǫ ͝m̷̢͘e̡̛͢.̴ I ̴͜d̨oǹ҉'҉t̸ ̸̧c̸ar͜e ̀͞a̵͜͢t̀͜ ̢҉a̡̛l͘l̡̛͢ ̵w̷͏há͝͠t ̢̛h̢́̀a̛̕p҉͏p͝e͠͏n̵͢s̶͢ ̛͜t̸͠͝ǫ̸ ̧yo̧u͡, ̶͟o̷͟r̕ ̛m̶̀e͜,̡͝ ̛҉o̷̧ŗ͜ S̨ȩ͢͡n̕͜a̡-k̶̷̡u͟͠n͝. ͢Al̡ļ ̶͠t͘͠h͡͝a̧t̷͢͡ ͟͏ma̧t̡ter͏̡͡s̷͜ i̢s̶̢͘ t́͝ḩ͘a͜ţ̴ ̴S̷̛o̵ra̶̛-̵k̶un ̕s̕úr̴̀v͜ìv̶̷҉e͏̵s̷̨.̶"