[Ow? He actually felt the kick himself, but not... quite? Part way through, he did something, even if he doesn't know what. Instinct. He'd felt the ghost of a foot harsh against his own stomach, but then the shadow had quivered and he'd felt nothing of the impact. Weird.
He keeps the gun trained, loosening the 'trigger' finger, his hand's so shaky. His mouth feels suddenly dry.]
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He keeps the gun trained, loosening the 'trigger' finger, his hand's so shaky. His mouth feels suddenly dry.]
I... I've never killed anyone before.
[I don't want to, I just wanted to stop them...]