[Justine's dark gaze flicks between Majima and the path in front of them. The blood makes her tense, her stomach twisting in uncomfortable knots as the air around them thickens with suspense.
She lowers her voice and whispers close to Majima's ear.] Me too.
[She shivers, her palm gently grabbing Majima's arm.]
What's our plan?
[This seems like a situation where they should have a plan.]
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She lowers her voice and whispers close to Majima's ear.] Me too.
[She shivers, her palm gently grabbing Majima's arm.]
What's our plan?
[This seems like a situation where they should have a plan.]