[Kotetsu feels it - a warm spray against the top of his shirt, and he dazedly looks at the top of the sword impaled through Barnaby's chest. A flood of shock and fear, dulled by his ability to think, to even see things clearly, fills him. When he looks at Bunny, paler, his amber eyes are full of panic; what can he do? He's got to do something. He's - he's been hurt, hurt worse than him now -
How can I]
Bunny...?!
[hoarse and desperate; this has to be imaginary. This has to be some sort of hallucination. It can't be real. No, no, please don't do this to him; to him or Bunny. This isn't right. This is all wrong - it's got to be fake.]
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How can I]
Bunny...?!
[hoarse and desperate; this has to be imaginary. This has to be some sort of hallucination. It can't be real. No, no, please don't do this to him; to him or Bunny. This isn't right. This is all wrong - it's got to be fake.]