[Except she's never wanted to kill him. All she's ever really wanted, from the moment he hurled that canister of gas at her, was to understand him. To stop him, if necessary. But never to kill him.
She'd love to have some snappy retort, but words have never been her strong suit. So she just leaves, to lick her wounds in private.]
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She'd love to have some snappy retort, but words have never been her strong suit. So she just leaves, to lick her wounds in private.]