jiaoqiu has enough presence of mind to not drop the gun - he doesn't want to hurt anybody else, but accidents happen. he holds it with his shaking hand, and stares down at yves, pale, useless for a long moment - and then he sets the gun aside to scramble over to him. he didn't want to kill him, he didn't think that he could. he's a ghost, this shouldn't be happening.
transparent and incorporeal or not, jiaoqiu tries to stop the bleeding, pulling his hoodie off to press it against his chest - tries to save him, even though he's convulsing, even though there's not really a way to pull a bullet out like this. ]
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jiaoqiu has enough presence of mind to not drop the gun - he doesn't want to hurt anybody else, but accidents happen. he holds it with his shaking hand, and stares down at yves, pale, useless for a long moment - and then he sets the gun aside to scramble over to him. he didn't want to kill him, he didn't think that he could. he's a ghost, this shouldn't be happening.
transparent and incorporeal or not, jiaoqiu tries to stop the bleeding, pulling his hoodie off to press it against his chest - tries to save him, even though he's convulsing, even though there's not really a way to pull a bullet out like this. ]