[Go home, she says, like it's an option. Before you wind up doing something you're going to regret, she says, like he's ever done anything else.
That gun is up, pointed at her face in a shaking hand. The metal gleams blood-red in the fading light, crystalized black flames shifting and churning in the containment tubes.]
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That gun is up, pointed at her face in a shaking hand. The metal gleams blood-red in the fading light, crystalized black flames shifting and churning in the containment tubes.]