Why didn't you do it for me? Why didn't you do it for us?

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Philia realized she pulled the trigger.

She pulled the trigger.

She did.

It was her responsibility. Hers. Her fault. She's a murderer.

She did it.

Philia dropped the gun, holding Fabiano's wound down. She could save him. Truly. Philia looks Fabiano in the face as she sees the life drain from his eyes. She looks down at her hands, them covered in blood. Red handed.

Fabiano, Adrian as she knew him, was dead. She could not fathom releasing any sort of words. So she made a noise.

The small town, at least in the vicinity, heard the scream of absolute pain, suffering, regret, sorrow, every sort of bad emotion. Screaming. Crying.

Tears fall off her face, God, why did she scream about someone she didn't know?

This one does not have the correct view of life to survive in this game. Yet she has, for now.

Philia wipes the blood on the ground, as best she could, but a little would still get on her white shirt. Around her waist area.

Adrian is dead. Fuck.

Adrians items are picked up. Jaxon.

Jaxon abandoned them.

Next time Philia saw him, he was dead. It must be his fault, maybe if they had his help.

Fuck that guy.

(Philia left, with Adrians stuff, leaving a friend. Even though, perhaps it was not mutual.)