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一色さんのツイート: “💪🌻💪　#Hero_art… ”

Well, for her first mission back, this could’ve been going better.She hadn’t thought she was built for stealth, exactly, and while she’d done alright up until the moment of truth, a bullet in her lung was probably a good hint that, yeah, stealth missions really weren’t for her. She’d choked, of course. Hana didn’t know how not to, her hands faltered on the trigger whenever she was faced with the choice. Hurt someone, or get hurt. “F-fuck,” she wheezes, left hand pressed as hard as she could manage over the dark red splotch above her right breast. Must’ve gone in at one hell of an angle - ugh. And then there was that smattering of blood she’d coughed up on the cement in front of her. Her vision dances and doubles, and all she can think about is how upset people were going to be. That DNR meant they were going to have to do something real fast, and having a punctured lung - more blood on the ground, another woozy spell even on her hand and knees - wasn’t usually the best outcome.She reaches a blood-coated fingertip to her comm, breathing shakily as she glances at the body across the room. Well, she’d finally done it, then. No reason to act gun-shy anymore. It feels about as shitty as she’s imagined it would, killing someone. She coughs again, and feels her finger slip off of the button. It’s too much of a mess to go for again, so she doesn’t, opting to attempt to push herself upwards and failing in that as well, leaving a God awful red smear on the tile in her attempt. Maybe this is all meant to be some kind of ironic happening. She kills someone just in time to die herself - ha, some hero. Her comm crackles once, and she risks removing her hand from her chest again to try. “Genji,” she murmurs, eyes wild as her pulse races in her temple. She should try some calming breaths, slow down the flow or whatever. Kinda hard when she’s struggling to breathe. “Target d-down. Me too.”

“Hana, I am here. Focus your breathing. If you can do that, you will be fine. I- I have come back from worse!” Genji doesn’t laugh at his own joke. It’s not funny nor is it the time, but Genji hopes it will give Hana the distraction she needs.

It’s the best light-hearted anything she can muster, eyes squeezing shut for a second time as she attempts to do what he’s said, focus on her breathing. “I c-can’t believe… he hit… my lung, like, s-seriously? Ha - ow.”

He reaches up and removes his face plate. The concerned wrinkle in his forehead makes him appear years older than he truly is, but to his credit, he's holding it together. Still, there's a waver in his voice as he speaks. "Breath with me. In, one, two, three..." Genji counts each inhale and exhale, his breaths exaggerated for the sake of instruction.

Well, for her first mission back, this could’ve been going better.She hadn’t thought she was built for stealth, exactly, and while she’d done alright up until the moment of truth, a bullet in her lung was probably a good hint that, yeah, stealth missions really weren’t for her. She’d choked, of course. Hana didn’t know how not to, her hands faltered on the trigger whenever she was faced with the choice. Hurt someone, or get hurt. “F-fuck,” she wheezes, left hand pressed as hard as she could manage over the dark red splotch above her right breast. Must’ve gone in at one hell of an angle - ugh. And then there was that smattering of blood she’d coughed up on the cement in front of her. Her vision dances and doubles, and all she can think about is how upset people were going to be. That DNR meant they were going to have to do something real fast, and having a punctured lung - more blood on the ground, another woozy spell even on her hand and knees - wasn’t usually the best outcome.She reaches a blood-coated fingertip to her comm, breathing shakily as she glances at the body across the room. Well, she’d finally done it, then. No reason to act gun-shy anymore. It feels about as shitty as she’s imagined it would, killing someone. She coughs again, and feels her finger slip off of the button. It’s too much of a mess to go for again, so she doesn’t, opting to attempt to push herself upwards and failing in that as well, leaving a God awful red smear on the tile in her attempt. Maybe this is all meant to be some kind of ironic happening. She kills someone just in time to die herself - ha, some hero. Her comm crackles once, and she risks removing her hand from her chest again to try. “Genji,” she murmurs, eyes wild as her pulse races in her temple. She should try some calming breaths, slow down the flow or whatever. Kinda hard when she’s struggling to breathe. “Target d-down. Me too.”

"Hana, I am here. Focus your breathing. If you can do that, you will be fine. I- I have come back from worse!" Genji doesn't laugh at his own joke. It's not funny nor is it the time, but Genji hopes it will give Hana the distraction she needs.

Group up with me. ;)

Should I bring the black cocoa powder I ordered in last week?

Group up with me. ;)

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