He watches where each bullet lands before turning his gaze back to her. He's not going to bother with asking how she is - they both know why he wouldn't need to - he's just going to ask:
She knows the bullets aren't in there; she's spent all six rounds. But she pulls the trigger, expecting something to happen, anyway.
(Numbly letting the click. click. click. ring in her ears.)
"Whaddya mean."
It's not really a question, because she can't force enough emotion into her voice to get the last syllable to rise. Talking expends precious energy she just doesn't feel like she has anymore.
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They've met out on the range before. Except, back then, Kate was feeling something. It hadn't all been good, but it was at least something.
This emptiness that he feels from her now... Well, he's been there, after Maria and before Alice, and it wasn't good. It feels like loss.
"Kate?"
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Metal hushes against metal as she slides each bullet in, one at a time.
(She heard him. Might have even seen him coming.)
"Howdy, Jasper."
The trap clicks shut.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
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"What happened?"
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She knows the bullets aren't in there; she's spent all six rounds. But she pulls the trigger, expecting something to happen, anyway.
(Numbly letting the click. click. click. ring in her ears.)
"Whaddya mean."
It's not really a question, because she can't force enough emotion into her voice to get the last syllable to rise. Talking expends precious energy she just doesn't feel like she has anymore.
Click.
She draws her gun back to her body, and reloads.
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