( He shakes his head, viciously, like he's trying to knock something out of it. He looks down at his hands, at the knife and at his red-stained fingers. )
Nat...
( The knife clatters to the ground, and he falls backwards, his palms hitting the floor hard. It's only after that that he can bring himself to look at her. )
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Nat...
( The knife clatters to the ground, and he falls backwards, his palms hitting the floor hard. It's only after that that he can bring himself to look at her. )
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