[Her hand presses over his that's resting on her shoulder, and she can't help but cry a little. A few tears fall before she wipes them away, since she doesn't want to look like a little kid in front of him. She's not weak, and doesn't want him to think she is.
Me, she points to herself as she mouths the word. You, she reaches out to press her hand against his cheek. Team.
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Me, she points to herself as she mouths the word. You, she reaches out to press her hand against his cheek. Team.
Team kill people if you have to.]