[ Either everything matters or nothing matters. Root had said that to Harold once, and she still believes it. She comes down on the side of everything matters these days, but it hadn't always been that way, and hey, if Shaw needs her to test the other side of that coin for her, she can do that. She can do anything. She can close her eyes and walk across a ledge waiting for the wind to take her, she can consciously agree to trepanning rather than give up her god, she can tell Harold to shut up and let her keep driving, she can be a hundred people on a hundred different days, she can do more than kill, she can save--
And sometimes killing, or dying, is the same thing as saving.
Root always has two guns. She lets Shaw make the grab for the one against her head and pulls out the other. She doesn't waste any breath. The gun goes off at her cheekbone, firing up into her eye and through her brain, as painless and fast as she can make it under the circumstances. She's an assassin; she knows how to kill fast and efficient, on instinct. Shaw has barely started to crumple before Root turns the gun around and makes the same shot, same angle, on herself.
She doesn't want to see it, doesn't want to say goodbye, because she believes that this is not the end at all.
It leaves a bloody, macabre, gothic scene on the roof of the building, two women killed with the same gun, slumped against each other up against the edge, teetering but not falling over. ]
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And sometimes killing, or dying, is the same thing as saving.
Root always has two guns. She lets Shaw make the grab for the one against her head and pulls out the other. She doesn't waste any breath. The gun goes off at her cheekbone, firing up into her eye and through her brain, as painless and fast as she can make it under the circumstances. She's an assassin; she knows how to kill fast and efficient, on instinct. Shaw has barely started to crumple before Root turns the gun around and makes the same shot, same angle, on herself.
She doesn't want to see it, doesn't want to say goodbye, because she believes that this is not the end at all.
It leaves a bloody, macabre, gothic scene on the roof of the building, two women killed with the same gun, slumped against each other up against the edge, teetering but not falling over. ]