[Everyone seems to be stopping one another. They made a plan, or the vague beginnings of a plan, and he can't let anything happen to Mokuba.
He can't let Rox just shoot a girl in cold blood.
Kaiba sprints at the sight of a gun, trained on Chloe, willing long legs get him there--
--and doesn't.
He all but skitters to a halt by what is now just her body, a corpse. If he's right--if he's right, then death in this game means death out there, too.
His fists ball, cold stare going from the bloody mess that was once Chloe's head, up to Rox.]
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He can't let Rox just shoot a girl in cold blood.
Kaiba sprints at the sight of a gun, trained on Chloe, willing long legs get him there--
--and doesn't.
He all but skitters to a halt by what is now just her body, a corpse. If he's right--if he's right, then death in this game means death out there, too.
His fists ball, cold stare going from the bloody mess that was once Chloe's head, up to Rox.]
What are you?