[The gun wavers, as Yukio's hands shake. He's so tired. He's so tired and he's pointing a gun at his brother for no real reason other than the sheer weight of everything pressing down on him.
His hands fall to his side, and as he drops the gun it falls to the ground and the cinder sprite pulls it back into the booth.]
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His hands fall to his side, and as he drops the gun it falls to the ground and the cinder sprite pulls it back into the booth.]
Why are you here?