[ It's part of a process. How long had she sealed every stray thought about him away, for fear of it coming back to hurt her later when she inevitably had to get rid of him again? Now that the threat of suffering - or, at least, of that particular brand of it - is gone, she's finding that expressing the feelings she'd hidden was almost as hard as putting them away. It doesn't feel right. But, slowly, she's letting that seal erode. She's not an executioner now. So it's okay to be kind. Even if he doesn't want her to be, she... does. Still, after everything. ]
Ready. [ as always. She doesn't expect to find much in the way of resistance; there shouldn't be anything left in the bunker but bodies. Those call for an entirely different kind of readiness that she hopes she actually has.
But she doesn't voice that concern, predictably; she just begins to walk forward, taking the lead and trying to listen for any signs of this whole tube snapping in half with them in it before it happens. ]
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Ready. [ as always. She doesn't expect to find much in the way of resistance; there shouldn't be anything left in the bunker but bodies. Those call for an entirely different kind of readiness that she hopes she actually has.
But she doesn't voice that concern, predictably; she just begins to walk forward, taking the lead and trying to listen for any signs of this whole tube snapping in half with them in it before it happens. ]