His teeth bares in a snarl, a brief and vicious flash of teeth that he cuts into flat, empty anger. He fires, and he - misses. Of course he misses. He missed Jay as well, Jay and Jessica, though that had been due in no small part to the thing that nearly fucking strangled him in trying to protect them.

He's not a puppet. He's not. He won't and can't and will never be. He's the antibody. He's the one protecting everyone. He's the one who will keep them all safe.

"You're an abomination," his tone is a flat pronouncement of an unshakeable truth. "You shouldn't be here. You're a tumor, and I'm going to cut you out."

More poetic than is typical for him, but he always did want his last words to be poetic. Something appropriately heroic.