[She has to fight to swallow down the sob that threatens to escape her when he speaks. His voice is his own again, if only for a moment -- she knows it won't last. A brief moment of lucidity isn't enough for her to be able to change her course, but her breaths come sharp and ragged, anxious, tense as her finger trembles against the trigger, squeezing down without going the full mile.]
I don't want to.
[But that doesn't mean she won't. She doesn't want to, but she knows that she has to -- and what she has to do takes priority, however else she might feel. She has to get out of this alive, and she owes it to everyone else he's hurt or killed to stop him, even if it is too late to do them any good.
He can't be allowed to hurt anyone else.]
I'll make it quick.
[And as it happens, she feels like she's an onlooker instead of the one pulling the trigger -- it squeezes back and the shot fires, followed by a second and a third, the kickback sending her back just half a step as she holds her ground, but it doesn't feel real. Not until the blood begins to blossom from the holes in his chest.
She waits until his knees buckle and he begins to fall before dropping her gun and falling to her own knees. Swallowing the tears back isn't an option anymore. They come freely, with no sign of an end.]
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I don't want to.
[But that doesn't mean she won't. She doesn't want to, but she knows that she has to -- and what she has to do takes priority, however else she might feel. She has to get out of this alive, and she owes it to everyone else he's hurt or killed to stop him, even if it is too late to do them any good.
He can't be allowed to hurt anyone else.]
I'll make it quick.
[And as it happens, she feels like she's an onlooker instead of the one pulling the trigger -- it squeezes back and the shot fires, followed by a second and a third, the kickback sending her back just half a step as she holds her ground, but it doesn't feel real. Not until the blood begins to blossom from the holes in his chest.
She waits until his knees buckle and he begins to fall before dropping her gun and falling to her own knees. Swallowing the tears back isn't an option anymore. They come freely, with no sign of an end.]