Lisa looks at him.
He can see the torment in her eyes. He knows she doesn't want to do this.
Her lips move.
"I'm sorry," she whispers.
"Don't let him get away," yells Lois.
"Don't hold back, " he whispers back." It has to be convincing."
Lisa pulls her fist back and lets it fly forward. It connects with his face and ,as blackness consumes him, Rich can tell that she didn't hold back at all.
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