[Des takes a shuddering breath, overwhelmed by the sight, and rubs his knuckles against his eyes as if he's wiping tears away or clearing spots from his vision. His chest aches with longing and he can't look anymore, fixing his eyes on some spot on the floor.
If he didn't have enough incentive to go through with this before, he has it now.]
This is where it's gonna end. [He chokes the words out.] I get this?
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If he didn't have enough incentive to go through with this before, he has it now.]
This is where it's gonna end. [He chokes the words out.] I get this?