[ He didn't get the chance to respond before he was clutching his broom for support again. The bullets hurt. The poison hurt. He could feel bruises forming across his skin, but he was going to stand there. Wait it out, like he did when he protected Estella.
Until his knees grew weak and he crumbled with his broom in his arms. ]
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Until his knees grew weak and he crumbled with his broom in his arms. ]