❝ can hardly let me go either, can you?! ❞ the smile could not be more forced, the cocky tone not more fake. he knows she sees through it with little to know effort. has done so long before they’ve been anything close to friends! it’s why she beat them all, once. she observes, she executes orders, she’s sharp and absolutely brilliant. the absolute truth is that a part of him is glad that this is her - that she is the one doing it. that the last thing he’ll see is merciful eyes. it’s fitting that he is kneeling before her, almost begging. not for his life, just for some form of absolution. ❝ this is how it ends roxy, we both know that. what’s the alternative? you take me back and i become kingsman’s latest experiment? a prisoner? we both know i prefer death to this. if i’m your friend, then you owe me this. ❞ rather her than hart. rather her than unwin. features soften a little when his gaze drops to the barrel, doesn’t point out how he’s long made peace with all of this. death doesn’t scare him, the prospect of death stopped scaring him since that day ... it’s the HOW that sometimes left him sleepless. ❝ it’s okay. please do it. ❞ ––@wrldwrn
