β can hardly let me go either, can you?! βΒ the smile could not be more forced, the cocky tone not more fake. he knows she sees through it with little to know effort. has done so long before theyβve been anything close to friends! itβs why she beat them all, once. she observes, she executes orders, sheβs sharp and absolutely brilliant. the absolute truth is that a part of him is glad that this is her - that she is the one doing it. that the last thing heβll see is merciful eyes. itβs fitting that he is kneeling before her, almost begging. not for his life, just for some form of absolution. β this is how it ends roxy, we both know that. whatβs the alternative? you take me back and i become kingsmanβs latest experiment? a prisoner? we both know i prefer death to this. if iβm your friend, then you owe me this. β rather her than hart. rather her than unwin. features soften a little when his gaze drops to the barrel, doesnβt point out how heβs long made peace with all of this. death doesnβt scare him, the prospect of death stopped scaring him since that day ... itβs theΒ Β HOWΒ Β that sometimes left him sleepless.Β β itβs okay. please do it. βΒ Β ββ@wrldwrnβ