[Too late, he wants to say. This place had been fucking with him from the beginning, but never quite as bluntly as now. He doesn't want to be in the memory, but it's no surprise to him. But he doesn't want to leave, as though it feels like it's his duty to stay with it, as long and as many times as it plays out. ]
I can't, Liv. I can't. [Still, the pistol lowers, no longer aiming at her.]
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I can't, Liv. I can't. [Still, the pistol lowers, no longer aiming at her.]