The hat hurt no one. The light beige fabric was clean and well-kept unlike anything else in Pandora. That hat was absolutely treasured. The moment hung in slow motion, ticking by with what felt like eternity... She had began to shift down the wall when a figure approached so damn quickly. A second and the blood gushed from open wounds, pouring its red onto the hat without discrimination of its target. The crowd was mowed down and the con artist was just... staring there.
Jaw dropped.
Eyes wide.
Speechless.
His words were humoring if she wasn't in utter shock. ]
M-M..My hat.
[ She mutters, limply allowing her body to slide down the wall to the ground. He's holding onto the battle-worn hat, her eyes focused on it, not the 'hero'. ]
You couldn't have sliced in the opposite direction?!
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The hat hurt no one. The light beige fabric was clean and well-kept unlike anything else in Pandora. That hat was absolutely treasured. The moment hung in slow motion, ticking by with what felt like eternity... She had began to shift down the wall when a figure approached so damn quickly. A second and the blood gushed from open wounds, pouring its red onto the hat without discrimination of its target. The crowd was mowed down and the con artist was just... staring there.
Jaw dropped.
Eyes wide.
Speechless.
His words were humoring if she wasn't in utter shock. ]
M-M..My hat.
[ She mutters, limply allowing her body to slide down the wall to the ground. He's holding onto the battle-worn hat, her eyes focused on it, not the 'hero'. ]
You couldn't have sliced in the opposite direction?!