149. Her metal hand clamped down on his wrist.
150. He looked at me. His hair was still a mess, and in the bright morning sunlight he looked more handsome and more human than ever before. "I guess I'm asking you to trust me," he said.
Bonus: "My shield is glowing. Why is my shield glowing?"
Well guys, this is the end.
I've had a lot of fun doing this, and I'm sad that it has to come to a close, but I can't do it forever.
Thank you to everyone!
