[The moment that gun is pressed against his head, he freezes, a stunned look washing over his face. His preferred first instinct would be to fight back, but with the close proximity, there's no way for him to avoid the bullet if the trigger's pulled.
It's just a trick. It's just a trick and he doesn't mean to pull the trigger.
Yet, what if he does? Assassins can't be trusted, especially not when driven into a corner. Besides, there are people who want to see him dead. There were always people who wanted to see him dead. He remembers the pain he felt when the sniper bullet pierced his chest, but even moreso, he remembers the fear that washed over him in that courtroom.
Don't be afraid. You're better than this. You're above this.
He closes his eyes and draws a deep, steading breath through his nose as he remembers the additional training he'd received. He doesn't need to be afraid, he just needs to act afraid.]
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It's just a trick. It's just a trick and he doesn't mean to pull the trigger.
Yet, what if he does? Assassins can't be trusted, especially not when driven into a corner. Besides, there are people who want to see him dead. There were always people who wanted to see him dead. He remembers the pain he felt when the sniper bullet pierced his chest, but even moreso, he remembers the fear that washed over him in that courtroom.
Don't be afraid. You're better than this. You're above this.
He closes his eyes and draws a deep, steading breath through his nose as he remembers the additional training he'd received. He doesn't need to be afraid, he just needs to act afraid.]