moot

pg-13 | major character death | violence

"You can't tell me that you don't understand why I'm here."

Simon gasps. The sword twists, just a little, and he can actually tell which of his internal organs it just lacerated.

"Sorry." The Operative somehow kneels down without moving the blade any more. "Didn't mean to cause you any more suffering."

"You'll ... never - "

" - find her, yes, I'm sure you think so." He pauses, turns his head as if he's heard something. "This is ... the best kind of death."

He blinks, refuses to look in the direction of where his sister ran.

"It's a shame that it was in vain."