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May. 30th, 2023 12:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cactusy[Both their guns are lowered, but it still feels like a stalemate, because simulation or not (and maybe it is not, considering how long this one has gone on; considering how no sim-Root had, even once, done what she's just done now), Shaw knows that Root is very soon going to start asking her to do things that she just can't. Stopping for a few minutes to explain the situation had, on the whole, been an easy enough concession to make. Going back to the subway or a safehouse won't be. Exposing the rest of the team to the danger she could pose won't be. Being around Root for too much longer shouldn't be, no matter how much she wants to wrap her fingers around Root's elbow and just... hang on, for a little while.]
So what now?
[She says, anger and frustration leaking into her voice.]
My target's dead; I have to go.
[She needs to find a pharmacy so she can shoplift some gaze to re-bandage the day-old bullet wound she's nursing (currently hidden, thankfully, under three layers of black clothing), and she needs to find a place to hole up for the night. And she needs to think. She needs to think so goddamn much about what just happened and where to go from here, because the simulations never got past this point, which means she has no script for what Root is going to do next. Just like old times, she thinks dully, her brain forcing it to feel like a joke rather than a possibility.
This is the point where she should try to walk away again. But she doesn't, yet.]
So what now?
[She says, anger and frustration leaking into her voice.]
My target's dead; I have to go.
[She needs to find a pharmacy so she can shoplift some gaze to re-bandage the day-old bullet wound she's nursing (currently hidden, thankfully, under three layers of black clothing), and she needs to find a place to hole up for the night. And she needs to think. She needs to think so goddamn much about what just happened and where to go from here, because the simulations never got past this point, which means she has no script for what Root is going to do next. Just like old times, she thinks dully, her brain forcing it to feel like a joke rather than a possibility.
This is the point where she should try to walk away again. But she doesn't, yet.]
