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“It wasn’t you,” he’s saying, but there’s something lingering and dark in his eyes. Maybe he can smell the blood on your hands—under your nails—like you can. The hint and promise of who it belonged to.
Her, them—everyone.
// or: Sometimes the heroes don't win and sometimes not everyone makes it out alive.
