[ His heart almost stops, and whatever attempts he's already made at smiling have gone straight to hell without anything to signify a return soon.
It's impossible. The proof is standing right here; he's standing right in front of his best friend - actually, he's not sure who this is anymore - and he's living. That should be enough in itself to say that it can't have happened, but what has Masaomi got to gain from lying-- and lying about something like this?
How could it have happened? Surely, if Mikado were remember anything, he'd remember being shot. Especially if said gunshot were to compromise the rest of his life. ]
Wh--
[ His throat goes dry, and he can't say anything else. He's at a loss for words again. ]
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It's impossible. The proof is standing right here; he's standing right in front of his best friend - actually, he's not sure who this is anymore - and he's living. That should be enough in itself to say that it can't have happened, but what has Masaomi got to gain from lying-- and lying about something like this?
How could it have happened? Surely, if Mikado were remember anything, he'd remember being shot. Especially if said gunshot were to compromise the rest of his life. ]
Wh--
[ His throat goes dry, and he can't say anything else. He's at a loss for words again. ]
.. shot.. me? Wh--.. what..?