[Don't hurt anyone else. She can't promise that. She has to be able to survive. Killing is a cycle, yada yada yada--so's survival. Her hands have never been clean, but she only cares about the family she's killed. Anyone else is trivial, white noise.
(She might care about him, though. About what she had a hand in creating.
Maybe.
But she's very good at making up excuses.)] No, I don't. [She doesn't deserve a second chance; she knows that much.] But I'm taking one, anyway. [She slides one hesitant foot behind her. For as quick as she can be, this motion is precise. Slow. Like if she starts to leave, this will all be a trick and they'll shoot her in the back.
It's something she would've done at one point in her life. Violence, the clearest message of them all.
When no attack comes, she dips away from the scene, hopping back into the driver's seat and slamming the door as hard as she can before the little station wagon putters off in less of a tear than how she arrived. It's only when she's almost out of sight that her speed picks up again and she's off.]
exit stage right
(She might care about him, though. About what she had a hand in creating.
Maybe.
But she's very good at making up excuses.)] No, I don't. [She doesn't deserve a second chance; she knows that much.] But I'm taking one, anyway. [She slides one hesitant foot behind her. For as quick as she can be, this motion is precise. Slow. Like if she starts to leave, this will all be a trick and they'll shoot her in the back.
It's something she would've done at one point in her life. Violence, the clearest message of them all.
When no attack comes, she dips away from the scene, hopping back into the driver's seat and slamming the door as hard as she can before the little station wagon putters off in less of a tear than how she arrived. It's only when she's almost out of sight that her speed picks up again and she's off.]