3 3 301 DialogEnable The fight ends. Moyuan falls to the ground, letting the rain wash over her.
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6 6 301 1 Moyuan Home... I want to... 1
7 7 301 Qu places her weapon between Moyuan's eyebrows. Qu's rain-soaked hair covers her eyes, obscuring her expression.
8 8 301 Qu You're home, Moyuan... 2
9 9 301 Moyuan Home... 1
10 10 301 Qu Welcome back. 2
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12 12 301 Looking up at the sky, cold rain patters on Qu's cheeks.
13 13 301 1 AniZhuanchangBegin She gently exerts her wrist; the feeling of crumbling metal transfers through her weapon to her hand. The low mechanical hums ceases, leaving only the endless rain and the roars of gunfire to fill the world.