[ She's bitter, frustrated. Root doesn't blame Shaw -- if she's mad, she's mad where it belongs: at Samaritan, at Greer, at Martine and all their cronies -- but she still needs to find some way to get through to her, to break her out of the cycle she's used to. ]
There's no point to any of this. We're in a simulation, right? Who cares if we die? We'll just come back in a week. Have a nice little vacation, make everyone else deal with knock-off Shaw.
[ Root pulls her hand away and retrieves her own gun, her Glock comfortable and familiar in her hand, and her icy control slips into place as she raises it and points it directly at Shaw's forehead. From right next to her.
The safety clicks off. ]
Why don't I do the honors? I'm as good at killing you as you are.
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[ She's bitter, frustrated. Root doesn't blame Shaw -- if she's mad, she's mad where it belongs: at Samaritan, at Greer, at Martine and all their cronies -- but she still needs to find some way to get through to her, to break her out of the cycle she's used to. ]
There's no point to any of this. We're in a simulation, right? Who cares if we die? We'll just come back in a week. Have a nice little vacation, make everyone else deal with knock-off Shaw.
[ Root pulls her hand away and retrieves her own gun, her Glock comfortable and familiar in her hand, and her icy control slips into place as she raises it and points it directly at Shaw's forehead. From right next to her.
The safety clicks off. ]
Why don't I do the honors? I'm as good at killing you as you are.