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[b]"Yea,"[/b] Marina slowly replied, an uncomfortable pause formed between her words. [b]"See you."[/b]

No, it couldn't end like that.

As Yasuo turned to leave, she grabbed his sleeve. She hesitated. From the Marina who had just committed an unspeakable taboo, a mortal sin, and everything in between, the words were unable to escape her mouth. She swallowed and took a deep breath.

[b]"Thank you."[/b]

And she let go of his sleeve, unable to make eye-contact with Yasuo.

But this wasn't born of embarrassment or love. No, this was guilt. Marina wasn't affected by all of the death and violence up until this point. Nervous and afraid, sometimes. Remorse wasn't something she felt until now. What she had realized was the road straight to hell that she had carved for her best friend. He was complicit in murder and even aided her. Not to mention, helping her escape, stealing a car, and more. All because of her. Yasuo trusted Marina. He trusted that she made the right choice.

But Marina knew that none of what she had been doing was right. It was simply what she wanted to be done. When Yasuo closed that door and ended their celebration, all pretenses of Marina's emotion had vanished. No more smiles, laughter, rage, or sorrow. She remained drinking, unable to change the emptiness she felt no matter how much booze she put into her dead stomach.