The memories of his missions are as hazy as those of who he was Before, but he has always been fully cognizant of his own abilities. He was crafted to be both relentless and accurate, and some part of him is aware that this woman is only alive now because he made the distinct decision not to kill her. It's a distant acknowledgment now, however, the remorse and bitter frustration of what he had done blotting everything else out.
He tilts his head away with a stuttered intake of breath, finding he can't look at her any longer, wondering how much of what he remembers of her is from loving her and how much is from when she was his target. The arm of the chair sharply cracks before he's even realized he'd been gripping it again.
He glances down at the silver glint of his hand and then away again.
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Date: 2014-12-06 07:08 am (UTC)He tilts his head away with a stuttered intake of breath, finding he can't look at her any longer, wondering how much of what he remembers of her is from loving her and how much is from when she was his target. The arm of the chair sharply cracks before he's even realized he'd been gripping it again.
He glances down at the silver glint of his hand and then away again.
"I'm sorry," he says, not meaning the chair.