She nods, unable to speak through her tears, nods again more emphatically. Yes, she had no choice. And she's okay. She's okay. She's okay. It's the only thought that's gotten her through some really long nights since she pulled that trigger.

She clings to him, and maybe her knees give out, maybe he has to help her to a chair. She doesn't know. All she knows is he's here and he knows the truth now. He knows what kind of monster she is, knows what she's truly capable of.

And he hasn't left her yet. It's a small something, and she holds onto it with all her will.