[With a shake of her head, she slowly runs her hands over her chest, stopping when she reaches the fresh bandages on his side. She stares at the wound for a moment, her fingers trembling again, that anger bubbling...]
No. Just... [And with a slow, steadying breath, her voice grows so quiet she wonders if she's even said it aloud at all.] ...you.
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No. Just... [And with a slow, steadying breath, her voice grows so quiet she wonders if she's even said it aloud at all.] ...you.