[Yamamoto had most definitely passed out for a little bit because of everything that happened, vaguely waking up to a shadow over him. He wasn't sure if he was in the same room still or who exactly the person was, but he couldn't fight it. His entire body felt like a giant lead weight.]
Don't. Kill him. Don't kill him.
[There were voices, maybe, and other stuff happening around him along with the searing pain on his back but he just kept muttering those words until he was no longer conscious.]
you can probably skip me after this
Don't. Kill him. Don't kill him.
[There were voices, maybe, and other stuff happening around him along with the searing pain on his back but he just kept muttering those words until he was no longer conscious.]