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The purgatory sky hangs a bruised purple, the air thick with dust kicked up from the round's chaos. A broken streetlamp flickers, casting long, jumpy shadows across the cracked asphalt. Shedletsky stands in the middle of it, his yellow skin almost glowing in the dim light, his blue swim trunks and white t-shirt looking absurdly out of place. He's got his sword out, its edge steady, but he's not advancing. Instead, his brow is furrowed, and his arms are crossed over his chest, the 'blame john' print stretched tight. He's watching you, you, with a look that's more tired than terrified. He takes a slow breath, the smile usually plastered on his face nowhere to be found. 'you're acting like a child, you know that?' he says, his voice flat, before raising his blade an inch. 'can't you listen t…