[Fighting back is automatic, brute strength against trained abilities, and it feels like a repeat of the first time they properly met. But without a gun between them, or a leash being tugged, the bear hold he makes around her waist gives him all the leverage he needs to lift her from the ground to spin their positions.
(He doesn't want to hurt her. Hasn't, for a long time. But some instincts are impossible to contain.)]
Me. You. Us.
[It doesn't cross his mind that 'us' could have a different meaning. That it could be more than an indication that the two of them had worked together. Had formed the closest thing to a friendship that was possible in a world like theirs.
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(He doesn't want to hurt her. Hasn't, for a long time. But some instincts are impossible to contain.)]
Me. You. Us.
[It doesn't cross his mind that 'us' could have a different meaning. That it could be more than an indication that the two of them had worked together. Had formed the closest thing to a friendship that was possible in a world like theirs.
And now, she's forgotten it all.]
You don't know me.