you know what people don’t know about you? that one of your particular special interests happens to be guns. you have a vast and wide collection, and your friendship with the widow has only increased its size. you find more and more honing your skills when it comes to aim is so valuable — you need to stay sharp and you make sure to do just that.
so when niran is in danger your only regret is that you weren’t earlier aware. your database had not pinged the weaver of life in time, and now you find yourself taking every skill you can throw at the wall to make sure he’s safe. you track every movement; you prepare yourself well. what he doesn’t know is that you’re not afraid of this at all. you’ve rolled right up to this situation as ready to go as you can get.
you glance the quick glint of an ivory hue and deep tan and you feel your throat bob when you swallow. the shot is perfect — you’re going to shoot that fuck right in the kneecap, and you have two other shots lined up. you have the room in your goggles, candy-red, his image still something you can see from every angle. you fearlessly adjust your shoulders and settle the rifle’s butt against you like an old familiar friend. you speak one word.
“no.”
you pull the trigger.
