[ He barely registers she's moved, and by the time he does, her arm has already stopped just shy of slamming into his face. He flinches away, far too late, and he winces at himself for it, huffing out a frustrated breath. ]
I don't—
[ He pauses, shakes his head as he rephrases. ]
How do I know when to attack? It just— never seems like the right time.
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I don't—
[ He pauses, shakes his head as he rephrases. ]
How do I know when to attack? It just— never seems like the right time.