[Kyoko rests her hand on her chest, sliding down to the floor. She folds her arms over his knees, resting her chin on them. She isn't sure she'll be able to get back up. There's moisture forming in her eyes, and she wonders why that is.
It was always going to end this way. She's always known.]
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It was always going to end this way. She's always known.]
Can you fix it?
[She knows the answer to that question too.]