[ Isabel's gun fires, and the scene suddenly shatters, like she shot a mirror, like she shot a thin panel of ice. It splinters as her bullet stops in place, exactly where it should've gone, right in that fucker's head.
And then everything shatters, leaving a black hole in the place of the doctor, a cold draft of wind coming from it that seems to pull Isabel forward.
The guilt still lies with you, but you don't have to contain it internally -- not when there's fuckers you know are to blame.
Don't fix the symptoms, fix the disease. Isabel would know best.
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And then everything shatters, leaving a black hole in the place of the doctor, a cold draft of wind coming from it that seems to pull Isabel forward.
The guilt still lies with you, but you don't have to contain it internally -- not when there's fuckers you know are to blame.
Don't fix the symptoms, fix the disease. Isabel would know best.
There's no way to go but forward. ]
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And you sink, and sink, and sink into the depths. And then youโre just... gone. But thatโs not the end of the story.
and then, after that, no way to go but forward. where are the other two...? ]
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