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"Mona, look at me" Vash steps into view, hands wrapping around her own, leaning down to look her properly in the eye.

There's nothing but gentle understanding in his gaze.

"You're alright. You're safe now" He continues to soothe, thumbs rubbing carefully at her wrists, trying to ease out the terrified tension. "I know, I know. You're okay, I'm okay, just let go for me alright? Everything's fine now, I promise"

He just needs her to drop the gun, then he can get her away.

There was no way this was happening, right..?

The pistol in her hands is so heavy, it always has been, a mix of her inexperienced hands and the moral weight of even owning the thing. A finger still trembles against the trigger, hands clamped down tight against the metal to the point where her palms were numb. Her lungs are painfully empty, refusing to take in any air as she stares, mortified.

He was dead. She had killed someone, droplets of blood clinging to her knuckles. Green eyes are unable to decide which to focus on, the corpse before her, that she had made, or the evidence so cruelly laughing at her. Never before has she desired so greatly to scream, sharp and cathartic, wishing to rid her flesh of any trace of him, even if it meant spilling her own blood in the process.

But empty lungs unfortunately make no sound.

It isn't until larger hands engulf hers that she sucks in a much needed breath. There's a long pause, debating whether or not she deserved to look at him, to face him. She had killed someone. Worse off, she had killed someone for him. Shivers course through her violently as the thought finally settles with a harsh grip in her mind. The feeling of him attempting to console her makes Mona tremble uncontrollably, and it isn't until he adds soothing pressure to her wrists that the dam finally breaks.

"I--" The gun lowers a little, and her hold is just the smallest bit lighter. "I killed him..." The reason doesn't matter to her brain at the moment as it rattles at her incessantly. All that matters is that she did it. Hot, burning tears are flowing now, caressing her cheeks as they careen down in thick clumps, mixing with the dirt and blood below.

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