[ Ordinarily, Gideon would punch him back. Or she'd laugh, and make some joke about how Johnny would need to try harder than that, or that he hits like an old man. But too often, when Gideon closes her eyes, she sees him lying lifeless in a pool of too-slick blood.
Instead, she takes the contact as an opportunity to try and pull her sensei into a tight hug, fierce and desperate. ]
Yes, sensei. [ Gideon agrees, in the low, soft tones of I'm glad you're back. I'm sorry I didn't save you. ]
I've -- [ There's a hitch in her breath, and it's ugly and awful and embarrassing, but Gideon just has to plow through ] -- I've always wanted to try a sandwich for men.
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Instead, she takes the contact as an opportunity to try and pull her sensei into a tight hug, fierce and desperate. ]
Yes, sensei. [ Gideon agrees, in the low, soft tones of I'm glad you're back. I'm sorry I didn't save you. ]
I've -- [ There's a hitch in her breath, and it's ugly and awful and embarrassing, but Gideon just has to plow through ] -- I've always wanted to try a sandwich for men.