[he could have shot Riku, he could have done something but instead he felt the world shift with the beat of his heart. it felt for a moment like something hit him hard right where that odd scar was and then he was hitting the water without a sound. reflectively he thought that it was a graceful collapse, the way his knees gave out and he just went backwards but then there was water and not much more but the pulse and memories of gunsmoke.]
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