[Bolton has been frozen in confusion since he opened his up, revealing a short and stout woman with more wrinkles and grey in her hair than he remembers. Why it's not his grandmother he doesn't know, but the woman has been the closest thing to a mother he ever had and if anything bad happens to her he doesn't know what he'll do.
But then Chloe's on the ground and before anyone can do anything, that bitch has a gun and fires and-
He chokes on the no that builds in his throat. His motive falls to the ground and Bolton, pale and shaking, staggers back to collapse into one of the chairs at a table. He's seen death before - he's even seen asswhoopings that should have led to death - but never like this.]
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But then Chloe's on the ground and before anyone can do anything, that bitch has a gun and fires and-
He chokes on the no that builds in his throat. His motive falls to the ground and Bolton, pale and shaking, staggers back to collapse into one of the chairs at a table. He's seen death before - he's even seen asswhoopings that should have led to death - but never like this.]