in a world such as this, rafael cannot afford to have her be clueless. he knows, eventually, he’ll be gone; so will her fathers, and everyone else associated with her. if she makes, she has to MAKE IT. she has to survive, even after they’re all gone.
it’s a skill he learned before everything turned to shit; his step-father taught him, to prepare him for one day that might come. this was not the day, but he figures it’ll be of use. ❝ arm straight, angel. keep your grip tight, don’t put your finger on the trigger yet. when you aim, aim carefully. ❞ his hand rests on her elbow, eyes following the line from the barrel of the gun to the empty cans several yards ahead. ❝ okay, now.. move your finger, hover over the trigger. make sure your hand is steady. don’t slam your finger on the trigger, pull carefully. alright ? ❞
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