[She saw Joe's file; she saw about the pacemaker. She could have tried to avoid it, or aimed for it specifically. But either way, the end result would be the same. She isn't going to torture him, because there'd be no point. She has her own kind of control now, and she doesn't need to hold it over him to know it's real. She doesn't need to gloat.]
[Leaning over him, she listens to the drag of his breathing for a few moments, until she's certain he's unconscious. Then she takes hold of both of his arms and drags him into a dense patch of trees.]
[Crouching in front of him, she pulls out the dagger, testing its weight, as if she hasn't practiced. As if she isn't perfectly ready. He'll bleed out quickly, she knows. He probably won't even wake up before he dies.]
[She presses the tip of the blade just under his sternum, pushes in, tugs down. She doesn't perforate the guts. She doesn't disgrace him. She just kills him, because he deserves it.]
[Her eyes are wet, but she doesn't cry, and she doesn't smile. She just watches.]
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[Leaning over him, she listens to the drag of his breathing for a few moments, until she's certain he's unconscious. Then she takes hold of both of his arms and drags him into a dense patch of trees.]
[Crouching in front of him, she pulls out the dagger, testing its weight, as if she hasn't practiced. As if she isn't perfectly ready. He'll bleed out quickly, she knows. He probably won't even wake up before he dies.]
[She presses the tip of the blade just under his sternum, pushes in, tugs down. She doesn't perforate the guts. She doesn't disgrace him. She just kills him, because he deserves it.]
[Her eyes are wet, but she doesn't cry, and she doesn't smile. She just watches.]