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GENJI

Everything hurts. But it's numb at the same time.

How am I awake? I honestly don't know.

I really don't.

I hate my brother's guts. You know what, fuck him and all his glory. He should have been the one to die.

Am I dead? It's not so horrible dying. Did he succeed in killing me? No. It won't end like this. I can't feel my body. I can't move.

I sit up, finally, my head spinning so much that I'm sure my eyes are rolling around like those silly cartoon people's are. It's so bright. I've been lying here for too long.

Pathetic.

That's what my dear brother called me before he threw me out on the streets to rot and be eaten by rats. I believe him at this stage. I am pretty pathetic right now.

Enough about him, I need to focus.

I look down at my lower body. It's torn to shreds. Not literally, but that's how my brain took it in. My right leg isn't even a leg anymore — just a pile of bleeding flesh and bones scattered around. My left leg is still intact, but its covered with countless cuts. My upper body isn't as much of a mess.

Unless you count my right arm. It's not even fully attached to my body. It's hanging from a piece of muscle and skin, and it moves, dangling. My gray Shimada outfit looks like someone splattered it with a bucket of deep crimson paint. No. More like dumped it on.

Blood is everywhere. All around. I'm covered in it. I'm lying in it.

How am I not reacting to it? Ahhh, shouldn't have said that.

I lean over, and basically throw up my entire stomach's worth of anything. I shudder, coughing up bile.

...Which is red.

Like everything. Heck, even my vision is red. I'm crying blood. God damn.

I reach up to wipe my mouth, because cleanliness definitely matters in my situation, but my left hand is so mangled and broken it hurts to look at. I throw up again, but this time it's just blood. I swallow the dribble on my lip, and immediately choke it up again.

Ugh.

You know what, I change my mind. Dying sucks.