A pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, votes he quickly counts. When he's done, he stands up and looks at them. For a moment the silence is thick, he looks at the clock again.
[ waver forces himself to look. he refuses to turn away for a second, even though it's painful to see someone die in front of him for the umpteenth time.
once it's over, he sighs, a thousand times more exhausted than before. ]
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once it's over, he sighs, a thousand times more exhausted than before. ]