[He doesn't fight as she takes the knife...he was holding it in his good hand, which he also used to hit her with; the two were otherwise not connected. For a moment, just a moment, he leans into the embrace, eyes closed, pretending everything was fine again, but his arm hurts, and she is stiff, uncomfortable. After the moment passes, he pulls away.]
I don't want to see you die, Ginia.
[A pause, a breath. He wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. He's crying, but he looks angry, not sad, as he speaks.]
I don't wanna see anyone die.
[Not waiting for a response, he turns away, so even if she signs he can't see her, and walks over to the shrine.]
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I don't want to see you die, Ginia.
[A pause, a breath. He wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. He's crying, but he looks angry, not sad, as he speaks.]
I don't wanna see anyone die.
[Not waiting for a response, he turns away, so even if she signs he can't see her, and walks over to the shrine.]
Let's go.