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He saw her move, saw her obey her primal instinct to heal, saw her put her life on the line. Saw her disobey his direct order. He was moving, his mouth yelling some desperate scream, time slowing
to that one second. That one second to make a decision. A simple decision. Her or him? It was already made. It had been made the day he signed on. But today he made it again. Because today, it was his fault. He should have known, he should have seen. It was part of her, as much as it was a part of him. She would always place another life above her own, and she had. But he couldn’t allow the result. So he was moving. Reaching. Grabbing. Hauling her from the path of danger. Placing her life before his. He felt it. It seared up his nerves into his brain, and as he landed, the look in her eyes told him all. It could be life, it could be death, but as the world faded, all he could see were her eyes, their brown silk staring at him in shock, knowing what she had done, what he had done. And what it could cost. But it was worth it. Because it was all his fault. *********
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