Tuesdaih looked up at Kira, her eyes glazing over. "And what if I don't make it Kira?" she asked softly, looking down at her own wounded leg. She sighed, biting her lip to distract herself from the pain that still lingered. It bled, just heavy enough so the blood was trailing down her leg. "If you continue helping me, and I die....All your work would be for nothing. Yet another tear drifts down her cheek. "And I'm going to feel guilty, even in the afterlife, if you die...."


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