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...We will wait. When they are exhausted from their journey, and traveling on the sheer cliffs, we strike.
Then, Eboshi will finally land a blow on me. A bullet, right in my chest.
[Even Moro knows she's gotten a month or so back in time.]
I wonder. The wound from before remains - will I die, this time?