[ It's easy, at that point, isn't it? To sit through the twitches and spasms of a body trying desperately to breathe. As he holds her throat, while she can't fight back, all she can do is look up at him with unseeing eyes. The eyes that're sad for him. And then, eventually, even the twitching stops. She won't move anymore. Even when he removes his hands, the chest that was heaving moments before in an attempt to breathe won't resume its movement. She's just still, the wet paint of the shack clinging to her back, smudged behind her while the ground around it is disturbed from her attempts to survive without hurting him.
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Usagi Tsukino is dead. ]