“Sinon, I’ve got a visual on—wait. Who’s that?” The scout’s voice cracked.
Kirito’s hood fell back. His face was young, tired, and terrifyingly sincere. “Together?” Sword Art Online II Episode 7
Kirito turned to her slowly, saber dripping with phantom light. “Because the real fight hasn’t started yet. And I need you alive.” “Sinon, I’ve got a visual on—wait
“No.” His voice was quiet. Barely a whisper. “I’m not.” His face was young, tired, and terrifyingly sincere
The machine-gunner opened fire. A wild, panicked spray. Kirito didn’t dodge. He flowed —a blur of black and silver. The saber wasn’t drawn; it was simply there , deflecting rounds in a singing arc of sparks. In two heartbeats, he was behind the gunner. One silent slash. The man burst into polygons.
Sinon’s hands trembled. Then steadied. She thought of the real gun in her father’s closet. The echo of a childhood mistake. The bullet she’d been running from for years.