[A muscle twitches under Root's touch - not a flinch or a startled reaction, but a random spasm.]
You should've.
[It's the course of action that she knows was the right one: the mission as a whole can't always be compromised for the sake of one individual life. Yes, Harold's influence has taught her of the dangers of taking that line of thinking too far, but her own case had still been clear-cut: she was a soldier, she was a protector, she'd known what she was getting into both when she signed onto the team and when she ran out of that elevator. During the simulations, she'd sometimes indulged in petty impulses: castigating them for not looking hard enough, for giving up on her, for being incompetent enough to need her to rescue them in the first place. That had been satisfying at the time; it had burned off a little steam. But ultimately, it had never been anything more than that. She'd never really believed it.
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You should've.
[It's the course of action that she knows was the right one: the mission as a whole can't always be compromised for the sake of one individual life. Yes, Harold's influence has taught her of the dangers of taking that line of thinking too far, but her own case had still been clear-cut: she was a soldier, she was a protector, she'd known what she was getting into both when she signed onto the team and when she ran out of that elevator. During the simulations, she'd sometimes indulged in petty impulses: castigating them for not looking hard enough, for giving up on her, for being incompetent enough to need her to rescue them in the first place. That had been satisfying at the time; it had burned off a little steam. But ultimately, it had never been anything more than that. She'd never really believed it.
She does really believe what she's saying now.]