You're killing her.
Voices echoed into my ears, but I couldn't move or speak to them. Where were they coming from?
Do you even realize what you've done?
My body... is moving. Am I being carried? A bright, white light stung my eyes, but I couldn't see anything.
You aren't my brother.
Not anymore.
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