[ That was not what he expected. Maybe he should have, thugh. Dimitri smells the blood and sees Gen simply - what? Vaporize? He feels bile rise in his throat and he swallows it; forces it down. He's done something terrible.
But it was necessary, wasn't it?
It had to be done. He steps forward a few steps and crouches to retrieve the shard, tucking it into his breastplate for safekeeping - and then he leaves without a backward glance. There's no point. There's no reason to stay.
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But it was necessary, wasn't it?
It had to be done. He steps forward a few steps and crouches to retrieve the shard, tucking it into his breastplate for safekeeping - and then he leaves without a backward glance. There's no point. There's no reason to stay.
The competition goes on. ]