That's why I'm standing here, aiming for your chest.
What are you thinking, I wonder? You look furious. Do you remember that I know what – who – you are? And that even if I did shoot you now, it wouldn't matter, and I know it? Do you know I'm just provoking you? Or are you just filled with the thought that the one who killed Shou must die?
Well here I am.
Your turn.
Crack.
You don't disappoint me. Sorry Kei. I have the easy bit now, don't I? All I have to do is die now. You're the one who'll have to live with it. Forever. That's a long time; I never really realised before.
Crack.
The second shot rings out like a whip-crack. I glance down; almost to make sure you've done it properly, although the savage pain that makes me gasp is proof of that. But they say seeing is believing.
Crack.
I must have made you really angry; I can still see your eyes blazing hatred at me, though I can't see much else anymore. I can feel pain, and hot blood pouring down my chest. There's a lot of it. Funny to think it's mine…
Crack.
More pain, more blood. I don't care; it's all I deserve. I can't see anything now… kinda like Shou…
Crack.
I finally arch back, for several reasons. Gravity. Burning agony. So you can't see me smile. Nothing's ever that simple. But living and dying… maybe there are some things. This is it; it'll be over soon. But for now…for this moment… I remember…
I am Son Tin-Chen, and I am alive!
End