the curtains flew, then he appeared

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The metal of the gun which he gripped in his hands was cool, though it wouldn't remain that way for long. Firearms were a necessary evil. If a man was lucky, he wouldn't ever have to pull the trigger on anyone, would live a full life without knowing how gunpowder smelled or the way that a gun came to life after a shot fired, surface hot to the

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Saffron hadn't planned to leave the party at the same time as Sawyer, but she smiled nonetheless to see him a ways down the path, and paused to adjust the bodice of her costume before hurrying her step a little to catch up to him. She hadn't gone far, though, before she saw he was walking right toward one of those gorram clouds, not showing any sign of trying to avoid it, and she gasped. He didn't know what it was

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Something about the whole situation didn't sit well in his stomach, like there was acid bubbling and begging to be let through, but he held it down, because if there was anything worse than doing a bad deed, it was pulling through with the heaviest of reservations and taking all weight away from the action altogether. One couldn't kill with any shade of uncertainty, unless one was just suicidal enough to think oneself capable of living with that crushing guilt for the rest of one's life. Couldn't stand outside an eatery and wait for Cajun-style shrimp, looking for shreds of humanity in one's target. No, that was just suicide, and he wasn't suicidal

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Well, this was different.

Saffron reached the top of the stairs and advanced slowly, just far enough for Sawyer to be able to see her. No sound of Reavers, yet, but who the gui knew what was going to happen here.

"It's just me, Sawyer," she said calmly, holding her hands slightly out from her sides so he could see they were empty. She didn't think he would shoot her normally, but nothing about this was normal. Saffron wasn't even sure he was really seeing her, or what he thought was going on.

[cibosity]

"Why'd you do it?" He asked immediately, eyes weaving in and out of focus, seeing her but more past her, down to the woman who lay underneath, the one for whom he hadn't been and never was enough. Still, his nerves tingled, frayed as they were at the ends, and that warning was enough for him to push past any residual doubt and uncertainty. Neo could have lived a far happier life if he'd just stayed the hell on course.

So he poured salt in the wound, letting his eyes rake over her body, tainted as it was, and through her hair, wanting nothing more than to weave his fingers there and tug all thoughts of that other man out.

The finger pressed back lightly on the trigger, not enough to quite set it off.

"What's he got that I don't? What's he got that mattered more than our family? I just ain't understandin' here."