[He ignored the limp, detached himself from the pain and moved steadily to the greenhouse. It was almost surprisingly easy - or would have been, if he'd spared any thought for it. His attention was on Sveta, though - it wasn't that hard to find her. He was almost - almost - surprised that no one was with her.]
Sveta. [He drew his gun, keeping it half raised. It felt like he should say something, like he should mention - what? That when he looked at her right now, he could still see the little girl he'd taken out of O'Brien's room? That he didn't want to do this? It was all a waste. His hand tightened on the butt, just a little, and he lifted his arm to aim at her.]
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Date: 2011-07-10 05:02 pm (UTC)Sveta. [He drew his gun, keeping it half raised. It felt like he should say something, like he should mention - what? That when he looked at her right now, he could still see the little girl he'd taken out of O'Brien's room? That he didn't want to do this? It was all a waste. His hand tightened on the butt, just a little, and he lifted his arm to aim at her.]
No hard feelings.