Twenty-Fifth Shot // Video

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[It's late, the room is dark. Jill is sitting up in bed, staring to her left. The space next to her is empty, but few would know that to be strange. She looks uncomfortable, upset--though that expression is quick to fade to a blank stare when she finally looks back to the camera.]

...He's gone...

[And there's a long silence, before she just shuts

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[dreamermoa]

[I forget if they've ever talked but Moa liked Chris, so. They will be friends and bond over this sadness.]

...Chris Redfield?

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[If they haven't talked personally, Jill at least knew of her--Chris talked of those he met and Moa was practically another sister.]

...Moa. Yes, Chris--his signal is completely gone...

[dreamermoa]

[Well, on the one hand, no more Chris, but on the other, yay new friends!]

Oh.... [Unfortunately she knows what that means. She's seen it maybe hundreds of times. There's nothing they can do. Except maybe give each other hugs.]

I'm sorry.

This is so late and I am fail orz

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[New friends \o\]

...As am I. He talked about you a lot... ...I think you reminded him of his sister in some ways.

being late is what all the cool kids are doin :D

[dreamermoa]

[She didn't know that...] How long have you known him? Do you know his sister, too?