I'm gonna get him killed.
Someday.
Somehow.
I'm gonna get him killed.
And the worst part?
He knows I will. "Turn this into a fucking game, I'm begging you to make a bet out of it, just to see how long you'll last trying to change it before you r...
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I gasp.
"Archer! Focus!"
Dakota.
Dakota, my-
I throw myself at her, hold her, ask her to forgive me.
She shoves me off. "Focus! We need to get out of here, they're on their way. She's gone, she took everyone with her, we need to go."
"Dakota-"
She slaps me.
She inhales.
"Grab your brother, we're leaving."
He grabs me.
He leads me.
A sixteen year old.
I don't look behind me.
I don't look.
I can't.
I don't think.
Cold.
Focus.
Scarlet.
Dakota. Who walks last.
His strongest soldiers indeed.
Je te remercie, dad.
Pour tout.
Un mille fois.
Until she ends up first.
On the second stair.
On our way to the roof.
"Get out of my way," she barks.
"Lower the gun," she demands.
I hold my breath.
"Get out... of my way...."
She inhales.
She holds control.
She holds her heart
"He's been shot. I'm not leaving without him."
"You mean you're not leaving him with the North."
She stays silent.
Her silence tells me everything I need to know. "I'm not River, I'm not Scarlet, I will pull this trigger, I will not hesitate. Get the fuck out of my way."
