[ Did you give me a choice? And you wouldn't have? And I'd do it again, if it meant their lives.
He could say a lot and so of course, he says nothing. Silence buzzes from his end because she isn't wrong. He'd hoped she would, been almost sure she would. That he could gamble on the piece of her he'd known once in the woods. The piece that had shone for a moment when that wounded mother had closed her eyes and Shaw had lowered her gun. He'd thought for a second that part of her was bigger than it really was, that she had seen her people for what they were. That killing Pope had meant that.
It hadn't, but she's right about one thing. It doesn't matter what he wanted. It never had.
So he asks what he's afraid to ask. Time to test the scab. ]
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He could say a lot and so of course, he says nothing. Silence buzzes from his end because she isn't wrong. He'd hoped she would, been almost sure she would. That he could gamble on the piece of her he'd known once in the woods. The piece that had shone for a moment when that wounded mother had closed her eyes and Shaw had lowered her gun. He'd thought for a second that part of her was bigger than it really was, that she had seen her people for what they were. That killing Pope had meant that.
It hadn't, but she's right about one thing. It doesn't matter what he wanted. It never had.
So he asks what he's afraid to ask. Time to test the scab. ]
What's the last thing you remember?