[ A cold sweat runs down the side of Terry's head. He doesn't fight Kido when she grabs his wrist either--instead, his grip on the knife becomes weak and it drops, clattering onto the floor. His eyes are wide and full of disoriented fear. His knees give out and he collapses too while panting, staring at the floor as he tries his best to regain his composure. It feels like his every fiber of his being is being crushed under something like a car compactor. ]
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Ah...
[ He looks up, his voice quiet. ]
It turned to stone after all...