[ The thing about guns, Break is realizing, is that they make you feel irrationally powerful. You can have the tiniest glimmer of a thought, and make it reality. Right now, Break is aiming his gun at Gilbert - and himself. His frail body, Gilbert's pathetic yelping. His own shameful failure. Trapped here, he'll never be able to fulfill his purpose. He'll fade away and die. He knows this will happen; he's actually heard it on his NV, thanks to Yosuke's information. Better to end everything in one quick shot. He'll end Gilbert's seemingly endless suffering, too. ]
Stay where you are. Don't move.
[ He puts the safety on his weapon and dashes into the house. He leaps up the stairs, two at a time. Because he can. ]
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Stay where you are. Don't move.
[ He puts the safety on his weapon and dashes into the house. He leaps up the stairs, two at a time. Because he can. ]