[The feed clicks on to nothing, at first -- except the sound of pained breathing and quiet cursing. There's the scrape of wet gravel and, finally, a figure appears within the camera's view -- a petite girl, blonde, lying on her back, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.
And blood pouring out from the wound.]
Mom...
[It's a quiet hiss,
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You... You should just stay still, dattebayo.
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[Jo closes her eyes.]
If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die -- but this place isn't gonna take me until I'm damn ready... so relax.
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... what -- ?
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Uh-- Yeah.
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