C------- [ he stops cold in his tracks when he sees that knife go to his throat.
he can't move. even if he could move, he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to stop him. and even if he could... what would be the point?
still. watches in horror as C draws a red line from one end of his throat to the other. and after that, his movements seem too slow and too sluggish as he closes the distance across the table, grabbing for C's arm to pull him across towards him.
what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck ]
Why would you--!? [ he gasps out, completely shaken, but of course he's not getting an answer because C slit his own damn throat right in front of him and he's dead now. ]
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he can't move. even if he could move, he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to stop him. and even if he could... what would be the point?
still. watches in horror as C draws a red line from one end of his throat to the other. and after that, his movements seem too slow and too sluggish as he closes the distance across the table, grabbing for C's arm to pull him across towards him.
what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck ]
Why would you--!? [ he gasps out, completely shaken, but of course he's not getting an answer because C slit his own damn throat right in front of him and he's dead now. ]