Just a few inches in front of her, Lee falls to his knees, a bullet in his back, and she's aware of that before anything else, before she hears Lee calling out to them, let alone has a chance to process what it means. At first, it's just him on the ground, dying if not dead already, and she can't think past that. Even when she can, when pieces start fitting together, the sight of Lee moving towards them and what he's saying starting to make sense, it's hard to bring herself to look away, harder still to get the image out of her head. Whether or not that really was Lee — and there isn't yet any way to be sure, a thought that makes her stomach turn — the sight of it is still the same. She still has effectively just watched her boyfriend die, and it's fucking hard to move forward from that.
What gets through to her is the sound of Kara saying her name. Everything snaps into focus again then, and when she takes in the scene in front of her — Kara between her and Lee, gun aimed right at him — she can't stay caught up in her own head. Any reaction she's going to have to this has to wait, because she knows what will happen otherwise, and she can't let it. Not with what she just saw, and not because of this place.
"No," she says quickly, shaking her head as she moves to stand in front of Lee. It's an utter fucking cliché, and she hates herself for it a little bit, but she's not sure that anything else would have the same effect. As it is, she's suddenly, absurdly grateful for her height, and the fact that doing something like this isn't completely ineffective. It's stupid, yes, but it's the same thing that always happens to her in times of crisis: she remembers that she's living on borrowed time. If anything happens to her right now, then it'll be fucking worth it. At least she'll have gotten to do something. "No, you can't do this. It's this fucking place, it's what it does, and even if it's not..."
She steals a glance back over her shoulder at Lee, silently praying that this is her Lee. It's a look that makes what she hasn't said clear. Even if this isn't just a trick of the place they're in, she doesn't care.
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Just a few inches in front of her, Lee falls to his knees, a bullet in his back, and she's aware of that before anything else, before she hears Lee calling out to them, let alone has a chance to process what it means. At first, it's just him on the ground, dying if not dead already, and she can't think past that. Even when she can, when pieces start fitting together, the sight of Lee moving towards them and what he's saying starting to make sense, it's hard to bring herself to look away, harder still to get the image out of her head. Whether or not that really was Lee — and there isn't yet any way to be sure, a thought that makes her stomach turn — the sight of it is still the same. She still has effectively just watched her boyfriend die, and it's fucking hard to move forward from that.
What gets through to her is the sound of Kara saying her name. Everything snaps into focus again then, and when she takes in the scene in front of her — Kara between her and Lee, gun aimed right at him — she can't stay caught up in her own head. Any reaction she's going to have to this has to wait, because she knows what will happen otherwise, and she can't let it. Not with what she just saw, and not because of this place.
"No," she says quickly, shaking her head as she moves to stand in front of Lee. It's an utter fucking cliché, and she hates herself for it a little bit, but she's not sure that anything else would have the same effect. As it is, she's suddenly, absurdly grateful for her height, and the fact that doing something like this isn't completely ineffective. It's stupid, yes, but it's the same thing that always happens to her in times of crisis: she remembers that she's living on borrowed time. If anything happens to her right now, then it'll be fucking worth it. At least she'll have gotten to do something. "No, you can't do this. It's this fucking place, it's what it does, and even if it's not..."
She steals a glance back over her shoulder at Lee, silently praying that this is her Lee. It's a look that makes what she hasn't said clear. Even if this isn't just a trick of the place they're in, she doesn't care.