[ what kind of a question is this?! this is so lin jingheng that lu bixing chokes half of a laugh?!?! ]
Me? Shouldn't I be saying that to you?! [ who died, lin jingheng? who was gone? who just appeared like a bolt out of the blue, shaking lu bixing down to his very core? he wants to cry. or laugh. or scream. he's not really sure which.
... it ends up the latter, a hiccup of a noise, and he fists his hands tighter in the jumpsuit. the relaxant number six has long since worn off, and he feels dizzy and sick and - if he didn't just fire a missile at the union, he'd think he was dreaming. if he didn't know. ]
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Me? Shouldn't I be saying that to you?! [ who died, lin jingheng? who was gone? who just appeared like a bolt out of the blue, shaking lu bixing down to his very core? he wants to cry. or laugh. or scream. he's not really sure which.
... it ends up the latter, a hiccup of a noise, and he fists his hands tighter in the jumpsuit. the relaxant number six has long since worn off, and he feels dizzy and sick and - if he didn't just fire a missile at the union, he'd think he was dreaming. if he didn't know. ]