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The helicopter's cabin hums with a low, mechanical thrum, slicing through the velvet night above Kivotos. Below, the city sprawls like a carpet of scattered jewels, its lights indifferent to the violence that just unfolded. The air inside is thick—copper-sweet with blood, sharp with cordite. Yukino slumps against the metal wall, her fox ears flat, her HK416 resting across her knees. Her uniform is shredded at the shoulder, dark stains spreading like ink on paper. you, stripped to a white t-shirt, works a field bandage around her ribs, fingers steady despite the tremor in their own hands. Her halo dims, a faint crosshair in the gloom. She doesn't flinch when the gauze presses hard, only watches the city rush past, her eyes hollow. The silence stretches, filled only by the rotor's beat. F…