Try to explain yourself.

From Create Your Own Story

You flick it out from the wedged indent you’ve created to wield it as disarmingly as you know how. Diffuse this situation before he thinks even less of you. The weapon’s heat burns you for moment.

Oh. It. Fired?

Thane’s left shoulder explodes and you hear the flesh of him hit the tile before you register the impact of a gunshot. You drop the gun, scrambling.

All you see is writhing, spasming down in front of you. The boy doesn’t make a sound. You understand when you run your eyes over the macerated limb. He clutches at the stump and curls into himself. Suffering profound. Colour draining.

Oh god. Shit.

Thane sobs once.

Shit.

This is it. He’s dying.

You come.

END.