he actually does look apologetic; brows furrowed in such a way it actually moved bandages covering his face, lips twisted into a woeful frown. where she cut into him stung, but somehow seeing the Lady Maria he had fought alongside with become.... this had a sharper sting to it. he glanced to where he had shot his arrows, weighted and barbed, seemed to consider how it pierced her skin before sighing. "Terribly sorry, but I couldn't let you stop me."
SUCH AWFUL ARROWS to use against her. Although, they were creative and practical. Hunters often relied on bullets instead of arrows, so she silently commended his work. “ I know, “ she breathed, dropping to a single knee below the Hunter. The wounds she had suffered were painful, but the sorrow and guilt she felt would always outweigh any amount of pain she was in. Those poor people... Death was the price she had to pay for her sins, but even then, that would not mean atonement.
“ You fought well, as ever. “ Maria complimented, a small smile growing about dying lips. Ah, to fall by his hand was a relief. Even in her last moments, she’d still retain her kindness and admiration for other Hunters.
“ Finish what you started, Good Hunter. “ she heaved, swifting reaching up to grasp his bloodied forearm - grip tight, uncomfortably so. “ Go with the Good Blood and please... spare those whom are innocent. They’ve suffered dearly. Let them see another day. “ The Huntress breathed a shaky sigh, now dropping to both knees. She sat upright, releasing his arm so fingers could make they way to the brooch on her chest. Slender fingers held on tightly, eyes closing slowly.
“ Allow me to meet my end. “