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As they stood there in silence, Jin felt torn as his fingers began to tremble just the slightest. He couldnÂ’t remember the last time he felt this way, this hesitation to kill, but was hesitating now. Standing before Kame, the Kame that secretly craved for a warmth that he was never given, the Kame that would never admit but secretly loved the way Jin held him, the way Jin made him feel like an actual human being with warm blood that runs through his veins. This was Kame... the very same Kame that wanted to take his head.

“Good-bye Jin,” Kame said softly, and Jin decided.

He pulled the trigger.

Kame didnÂ’t.

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