[ Bro's voice breaks him from his trance, the awful reality of time moving forward without Dirk already is nothing he wants to come to terms with. Dirk was his best friend, his first friend, maybe more, and he hates thinking about him in the past tense.
Wide green eyes snap up, looking wet and unsure. His grip on his pistols makes his knuckles turn white. ]
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Wide green eyes snap up, looking wet and unsure. His grip on his pistols makes his knuckles turn white. ]
...What...happened?