â She knew what had crossed his mind the moment his stance stiffened. Despite the fact that it had crossed her mind, despite the fact that she had kept her hands visible to show to the best of her ability that she meant no harm, it struck her how feasible it would have been. Arthur had always loved an artful way of living - thatâs why he most often chose who he did for certain missions. He loved that final word, treating everything like Shakespeare. It wouldnât have been hard for anyone, even Orion, to believe that Arthur would send Elizabeth if heâd discovered that he was still alive. It wouldnât have been hard for anyone, even Orion, to imagine her doing exactly as she was told.
   For just a moment, no matter how brief, he had wondered. He suspected that Camelot had discovered him and sent her to kill him. He suspected that she would do it. Some kind of poetic justice.
   What he didnât know was that there wasnât a person or being in the universe who could make her kill him. Those twelve years hadnât changed anything. She would burn down the earth before killing him. She would turn her gun on all of Camelot and herself before turning it on him. Even if they had tried to feed her lies, convince her that he deserved to die, she could never do it. She would never do it. She wouldnât even consider it.
   Especially when she saw that flash of a smile, and she felt her heart pound.
   And she should have known better than to believe that she could pretend everything was fine. He had always known her better than anyone in the world, and it shouldnât have come as a surprise that he still seemed to, even past her attempt at a casual pretense. She tried to hold their eye contact, but the worried look he gave her made the sickness come back, and she looked down.
   He had no reason to believe whatever she told him in that moment. Every scenario that went through her mind had never gotten farther than laying eyes on each other, and even then, the image had been vague. The only thing she could clearly make out of those scenarios was his anger, and she would have gladly accepted it. She hadnât prepared for concern.
   Again, she found herself incapable of searching for whatever words there were the right ones. â I, um⌠I needed to see you again, â she said slowly, surprised at how it sounded. Sheâd always had a strong personality, but that - that was a voice she hadnât heard since she was much, much younger. â I thought about what you said that night. Every day.
And⌠â she trailed off, not sure how to continue, and let out a slow breath.
  ⳠAdmittedly, Orion wasnât quite sure what to expect as a response. It had been twelve years. So much had changed. So much should have changed according to the laws of life. But here they were. The feelings at least on his end hadnât changed, just like the last words theyâd said to each other wouldnât. Could things remain so stagnant for twelve years. You could look at his job, his brother. Things had changed a lot in that department. They both looked a little different. He had several greys near his temples, but the things that made them them were still there. Thatâs what complicated this the most.
â What I said...â he started. The silence between what sheâd said and him getting something prepared to say was lasting too long. Silences were suffocating, but stumbling over words heâd more successfully gotten through in his dreams was disgusting sounding. He couldâve directed this scene easily standing back from it, but being the player in the scene, he was lost without himself guiding the way through his lines.
Among it all, he became very aware they were in the doorway still. Glanced behind her, but there wasnât anything to be found. He wasnât sure if he was expecting to see someone ready to kill the both of them or a nosy neighbor gawking. âWhy donât you come in?â he questioned stepping off to the side.
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