[ des is far from the only one rooted to the spot. rafael stares ahead, hands falling to his sides, still holding his guns, but all the color, all the life, everything drains out of his face as he stares forward at jade slipping to the floor. even archer's shotgun blast cutting through the air so close to him, sending affleck staggering back does nothing to stir him. he just stares dumbly, looking completely and entirely lost. ]
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