spectre-kryik:

It suddenly hit him—he was in danger; one quick glance into those cold, green eyes was all it took. He could feel the bite of the blade cutting through the cloth of his civvies, slightly piercing his plates; nothing another step back couldn’t fix, and he did just that. In a flash, he pulled out his sidearm, aiming directly at her with shaky hands.

“I don’t need you to tell me why,“ the Spectre answered harshly, finger twitching on the trigger. ”I had it right the first time. I move faster on my own; if I had not let you come so close, you would be dead five minutes ago.“ He was so weak, unable to even fire a warning shot at her.

How pathetic you have become, Nihlus Kryik.

A snarl of rage spread across her face as he stepped away. She would make him suffer for every step he took away from her. Tensing, she ready herself to leap at him when he brought the gun up. Anger exploded within her as she listened in frustrated silence to his speech. She waited for the bullet to go through her, her eyes narrowing in confusion and hope when he did nothing. Glaring up at him from beneath furrowed brows, she slid into her tactical cloak, an old habit she had from their time together.

"Would I?” Juliette crooned as she stepped to his side and slide the knife over the hand holding onto his gun. “Or is that just what you want to believe? Is there some part of you that still wishes that she still cared? Because she doesn’t. She stopped caring so very long ago. I should know. I was there in her mind even then.”