[She watches him coming straight for the trap, and every instinct in her, for a moment, almost makes her call out a warning for the man who saved her life. She doesn't. She watches, blood dripping steadily from her shoulder and hand and tears starting to drop down from her eyes. She sees the trap close around his leg, and the sound that comes of his mouth makes her want to vomit.
She takes a few more steps back, but when it's clear he isn't pursuing any longer, she moves in his direction, sword still in hand. Adrenaline is pounding through every inch of her body. She feels weightless and panicked, but she can't tell if that's because of the blood loss or because of the sheer terror of what's happened, and what she's about to do. Regardless, she kicks the knife further away from him, careful to keep out of arm's reach. She's seen how fast he can be.
Then she walks back towards where she kicked the gun away. She drops the sword, and bends to pick up this other weapon. She holds it in her hand, weighs it and everything it's going to mean in a moment. She turns back towards him, but she doesn't shoot yet. She stops a few paces away, still blinking back tears.]
I trusted you. I hate you.
[It's weak and watery. She knows it won't matter to him, not with everything she knows about him now, but it's important for her to say it nonetheless. She pauses, lips still parted, and takes in a few more ragged, pained breaths. She steps forwards until she is close enough to shoot him.
There's one more thing she wants to know before she ends this.]
If it had been you who found me first in the clinic, not Xion, what would you have done?
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She takes a few more steps back, but when it's clear he isn't pursuing any longer, she moves in his direction, sword still in hand. Adrenaline is pounding through every inch of her body. She feels weightless and panicked, but she can't tell if that's because of the blood loss or because of the sheer terror of what's happened, and what she's about to do. Regardless, she kicks the knife further away from him, careful to keep out of arm's reach. She's seen how fast he can be.
Then she walks back towards where she kicked the gun away. She drops the sword, and bends to pick up this other weapon. She holds it in her hand, weighs it and everything it's going to mean in a moment. She turns back towards him, but she doesn't shoot yet. She stops a few paces away, still blinking back tears.]
I trusted you. I hate you.
[It's weak and watery. She knows it won't matter to him, not with everything she knows about him now, but it's important for her to say it nonetheless. She pauses, lips still parted, and takes in a few more ragged, pained breaths. She steps forwards until she is close enough to shoot him.
There's one more thing she wants to know before she ends this.]
If it had been you who found me first in the clinic, not Xion, what would you have done?