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Children - James Bond/Harry Potter
"Need some help?" Bond enquired, but if she noticed the bite in his tones then she was ignoring it completely.
"Thank you, but no." She seemed entirely too composed for an elderly woman aware they were just minutes from a firefight, and he wondered again just where the hell M had dug this woman up from. "Luckily, it happens to be the school holidays at present. Certain of my pupils will be ... assisting."
"-- You're bringing children into this?"
"Of course not," she retorted, and for the first time he could hear real snap in her own voice. "They ceased to be children some time ago."
Target Practice - The Bourne Legacy
She wonders what would have happened to her, if she'd left him, if she'd done what he'd asked of her in that tiny sweaty hotel room in Manila. Maybe she'd have made it; she'd learnt enough from him that maybe she could have gone, flown like a bird and gotten away with it. Maybe she could be the warrior he said she was, if she had to be.
It doesn't matter, though. She's made her choice, made it long before she screamed his name and painted herself a target.
She chose him, and she doesn't regret a damn thing.
"Need some help?" Bond enquired, but if she noticed the bite in his tones then she was ignoring it completely.
"Thank you, but no." She seemed entirely too composed for an elderly woman aware they were just minutes from a firefight, and he wondered again just where the hell M had dug this woman up from. "Luckily, it happens to be the school holidays at present. Certain of my pupils will be ... assisting."
"-- You're bringing children into this?"
"Of course not," she retorted, and for the first time he could hear real snap in her own voice. "They ceased to be children some time ago."
Target Practice - The Bourne Legacy
She wonders what would have happened to her, if she'd left him, if she'd done what he'd asked of her in that tiny sweaty hotel room in Manila. Maybe she'd have made it; she'd learnt enough from him that maybe she could have gone, flown like a bird and gotten away with it. Maybe she could be the warrior he said she was, if she had to be.
It doesn't matter, though. She's made her choice, made it long before she screamed his name and painted herself a target.
She chose him, and she doesn't regret a damn thing.